It Takes All Sorts To Make A World

Boston's Gay Pride Festival is looming on - or rather draping itself in a louche manner all over - the horizon. Personally, I don't mind Gay Pride Parades as long as Allen Ginsberg isn't taking part. Fortunately, he is long since dead, so there is no danger of the author of Howl making an appearance. Meanwhile, if non-poetry spouting grown men desire to march up and down the street clad only in a pair of motorcycle boots and an extravagantly twirled moustache making a public spectacle of themselves, well, that is up to them.
I imagine there will be a few Anglican Bishops this year too, both real and in drag: "The Gene Genie" as it were. That should be amusing.
On the other hand, nobody who insists on prancing and wriggling around like a self-concious and effeminate dervish to the ultra-facile sounds of relentless disco music that sounds like somebody building a garden shed should have any reason to feel proud of themselves, whether straight, homosexual or Reality TV personality.
Still, it take all sorts to make a world and we should always remember that. It is the world's most sage advice for a stoic understanding of life and the people you are forced to share it with.

Comments

[Tonya]

So you're going, then?

;)

[David Trumbull]

My parody of HOWL

I saw the best minds of my generation wasted, neglected unheeded unheard unseen,

Supply-side evangelists kahki-clad and blazers yellow power tied and politically incorrect,

Alternative college newspaper writers looking for the big job in New York or DC or silicon valley,

Who found instead diversity training and company AIDS awareness day, and big business socialism,

Counter-revolutionaries seeking a lost America de Tocqueville and Cincinnatus,

Or who strove with the gods of political correctness within the fascist walls of hire education daring to stand up for reason and for truth,

Who denied tenure denied the historical dialectic imperative and went to work for Richard Viguerre or Richard Regnery or Richard Nixon,

Relegated to Murdock tabloids and guest columnist house conservative what's the point counterpoint commentary,

Who let themselves be fucked in the ass by those paradigms of political practicality the Rockefeller Republicans,

Who longed for the cool golden waters while their intellects were seared by hot lead and the desert of media scorn,

Who followed the cowboy talking of taxcuts taxcuts taxcuts and were betrayed by lying lips and lying they bled from a thousand wounds amidst desert storms.

Who read The Freeman Human Events National Review American Spectator Boston Mercury and Washington Times but never believed anything until they saw it in the New York Times, or the Boston Globe,

Who dreamed of a contract with America, only to awaken still asleep to a nightmare of corporatism timidity the Department of Education and Clinton acquitted,

Apostles of the free market individual rights and responsibilities compassionate conservatives all ranting reform revolution denounced as reactionary, Alan Keyes and Steve Forbes abandoned George W did he inhale?

Gored, not vanquished, these too shall rise in the last day, with the painters and the writers who knew that without the way lies madness folly chaos and blood.