Thursday, March 12, 2009
"I am famous "Polish' writer. Why you no invite me?
Letter to the Editor of the ERA, Newmarket, Ontario.
Hey Regional Chairman Bill Fisch!
They gave a a York Region Chairman,s dinner to support the arts and I wasn't invited?
I am your friendly down-home novelist, occasional politician and generally the fastest mouth in town.
My poetry graces (or defaces) many a town of Newmarket promotion flyer.
At the Newmarket Public Library, I just loom around, trying to look important. I have four book titles there. The novels are good because I tell everybody they are good. They believe me.
I am a fellow-traveller of the Newmarket Stage Company--and man, could they use support. They tried to hire me as PR rep, but they had no money to pay me; I settled for freebies at the snack bar which former director Ray Burdon operates to help pay the way. Fact is, they are very, very good, but they starve. Bailout package!. Bailout package! They need it more than I do!
I mean, I'm a character. Ask somebody.
Gad. This is sort of like the local Giller and nobody invited me. I had the tux from the Salvation Army. Alll dressed up annd nowhere to go!
Has the council no idea of the kind of person they ignore?
Are they blind, lazy or just stupid?
Says Hugh Grant, I am not one to blow my own horn, but.....
Well, I am a veritable Horatio.
Do a riff for you. Anything.
Just invite me next time.
Of late, I feel much extinguished.