Capote & Marilyn Monroe: The Black and White Ball
THE BLACK AND WHITE BALL
—Christopher Bram, Eminent
Outlaws: The Gay Writers
Who Changed America
The Black and White Ball—
of course, it wasn’t real
How could it exist anymore—
than IN COLD BLOOD?
Chic critics mocked the idea—
scoffed and pooh-poohed it
How could a novelist possibly—
leave himself out of his novel?
Are we so bankrupt, they said—
so avid for decadent escape?
That we stoop to enjoy a—
NATIONAL ENQUIRER exposé?
So VOGUE jaded that we must—
Ogle at HOLLYWOOD CONFIDENTIAL?
Surely IN COLD BLOOD is just —
a mere piece of schlocky gossip?
A morbid dizzy kitschy piece of—
insipidly snarky yellow journalism?
Shame on Miss Capote for her—
wicked satire of Holcomb, Kansas
Doing her stylish sophisticated—
NEW YORKER take on such a tragedy
Glorifying those two ex-con killers—
as if murder be so tres cosmopolitan
Just as boring and ordinary as—
some Big Apple ho-hum homicide?
Worming his way nefariously into—
the confidences of Perry & Hickcock
Cold blooded as the two ex-cons—
so devoted to his murder melodrama
Living out there on the High Plains—
in a lonely Garden City dingy motel
Harper Lee as his Fag Hag diplomat—
ingratiating himself to get the Story
Bribing his way into Lansing Prison—
schmoozing out all the juicy details?
Patiently waiting for the inevitable—
Noose Party at the jerky climax?
No wonder Capote became alcoholic—
all to get on the NYTimes bestseller list
Intensely knotted up in fear—
full of self-pity and survivor’s guilt?
Hardly, my dears, get real—
she couldn’t wait for them to die
So she could finally become—
The Great American Proust!!!
Throwing her splendidly sordid—
Black and White Ball to celebrate!!!