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Published Letters: 20
"Stephanie Knows Who" -- The Late Arthur Lee, recorded by his band, Love:
Whats in your life, dear stephanie
Whats in your life for me
Aches and pains they cloud your sight
But tired you did you said you did
What can I say, dea stephanie
Who shal I next inform
Of love and poetry that you bring
Your eyes, your hair, your everything
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Come on, come on, come on, come on
What am I now, dear stephanie
Am I you in disguise
The words they come so naturally
I save them all for stephanie, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Come on, come on, come on, come on
Hey, all right
Talk to me all the time
From a to z and in between
Say it sweet all the time
All the time, yeah ...
So -- next time Camille Paglia is scheduled to have one of her soul smothering exercises in self regarding wankery published as a column in Salon, could you just lose it somehow, and substitute something from Mr D'Ambrosio instead? You could just reprint this most excellent piece on the Legendary Johnny Cash!
Susan Wood deserves a Pulitzer.
You mean, "low information, nearly apolitical voters," right?
