I grabbed a book at Tom’s bookstore that synced up with a self-congratulatory poem I just wrote about once being a teenager and a feminist and a Marxist!
The book, Night Walker by Matthew Beaumont, called out the whole fascist agenda that right wing misogynists have used to criminalize the night.
For more than 1,000 years it was a crime. As early as the 12th century, the nightwalker appeared in a nervously extended list of the capital’s social evils: “Actors, jesters, smooth-skinned lads, Moors, flatterers, pretty-boys, effeminates, pederasts, singing- and dancing-girls, quacks, belly-dancers, sorceresses, extortioners, night-walkers …magicians, mimes, beggars, and buffoons.”
My take? We’re not criminals…we are belly dancers… or, more succinctly…all of the above.
My frequent talents—Doo-wop chords, teenage Marxism, anti-Reagan clothes, and B-52s poetry—call bullshit on these ancient grievances…
The Pedestrian Chronicles 