I read in a weekly newspaper covering the homeless issue a poem titled “Money Shot” by a poet named Dumpsta D. Actually I read it five or six times. In the poem, Dumpsta D assumes the identity of a soulless and conniving female television news reporter who helicopters into a homeless encampment and picks out a “photogenic waif” to produce “poverty porn.” Such a production, the poet tells us, will land her a book contract or TED talk and pay for her plastic surgery that will make her a network star.
Meanderings on the Homeless Crisis (Part 2)
Meanderings on the Homeless Crisis (Part 2)
Meanderings on the Homeless Crisis (Part 2)
I read in a weekly newspaper covering the homeless issue a poem titled “Money Shot” by a poet named Dumpsta D. Actually I read it five or six times. In the poem, Dumpsta D assumes the identity of a soulless and conniving female television news reporter who helicopters into a homeless encampment and picks out a “photogenic waif” to produce “poverty porn.” Such a production, the poet tells us, will land her a book contract or TED talk and pay for her plastic surgery that will make her a network star.