All that remains: here in my afterlife as a 'mainstream' blogger, with what little I know. |
Dear Lois, I'm Sorry For My Ignorance I need to unburden my brushes with great blunder Lois Gibbs thought I underfed my cat, worse, thought I was a biased journalist...but I was young Spike Lee wanted to know while I was rolling tape why I didn't ask him a question I remained mute Maya Angelou appeared puzzled when I cornered her and compared her poetry to John Keats' Al Gore's hand felt small in mine a pregnant Juice Newton was annoyed by my interviewing technique that one summer day while Eddie Money was baffled I didn't remove the 45 'Walking On Water' before having him sharpie the sleeve but we appeared together backstage in a Billboard magazine photo the concert promotion I stole from a local radio station promoter because the concert manager was a childhood neighbor in the hallway of my old university the girls of Vixen weren't allowed to pose for a pick with me I think they wanted to, but weren't in makeup I could have met Buddy Guy, didn't want to, wasn't my kind of music -- nor were war stories, I told a workshop author, unaware he penned the boring grist, and Elie Wiesel, how important was he when I could spend the afternoon on my dorm floor blasting 'Disco Inferno,' which was about what? Social ignorance, my social discord, wake me up when it's time for another 2-dollar-a-bottle-Boone's Farm run I'm going to sleep this off now...plenty more ignorance to come. *Lois Gibbs was a famous activist I invited to my house You can look up the rest, if confused I'm sure I'm leaving some folks out Selective memory? Spike scared me most |