“I advance slowly, a dead man, and my vision, no longer my own, is nothing now: it is merely that of a human animal who unwittingly inherited Greek culture, Roman order, Christian morality and all the other illusions that make up the civilization in which I live and feel.”
— Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet
I am brass-corner leatherette banker-paper Norton Anthology years old. I understand all the new moves, can fake them if I try, but my feet don’t naturally move that way. I am filled to overflowing with the old songs, the steps out of childhood toward the man those songs became. Teach me to dance again, young for a moment. Let us make a new memory to an old song, weave another chapter in the tapestry of our lives.
Teach me to dance again
About Me
Mark Folse is a provincial diarist and aspiring minor poet from New Orleans. His past blogging adventures included the Katina/Federal Flood blog wetbankguide on blogspot.com which David Simon told NY Magazine was one of three blogs that helped inform Treme, and Toulouse Street–Odd Bits of Life in New Orleans, which once outranked the Doobie Brothers on Google Search. His work has appeared in The Dead Mule School of Southern Literature, Trampoline, Unlikely Stories, Peauxdunque Review, LMNL Anthology, The New Delta Review, Metazen, New Laurel Review, Ellipsis, What We Know: New Orleans as Home, Please Forward, The Maple Leaf Rag IV, and A Howling in the Wires (which he co-edited).
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