Philip Levine, the former United States poet laureate who spent his formative years writing poetry between shifts as an autoworker in Detroit, has been awarded the Academy of American Poets' Wallace Stevens Award for lifetime achievement.
Now, Cronkite, by all accounts, was a fine dancer and would no doubt have performed a credible "Put on a Happy Face." But could you imagine Dick tripping over the anchor desk while reporting the death of a president?
Lumet was drawn to and inspired artistically by the diversity of New York City, its many ethnic neighborhoods, its art and its crime, its sophistication and its corruption, its beauty and its ugliness.
The absurdity of giving this award to a man who in word, deed, and symbol is the diametric opposite of everything the nation's premier civil rights group stands for and has fought for is enough to draw a gag.