Television has a beauty, a charm all its own. It is not the ugly, red-headed stepchild to the Silver Screen that some might think. There is a poetic serenity that comes with laying on your couch, remote in one hand and Cheez-Its in the other.
With that in mind, the Hollywood Temp Diaries is honored to have a special correspondent, national treasure and Uber-Poet Maya Angelou with her analysis of the Upfronts. Ms. Angelou's resume is second to none. She's received President Medal of the Arts, been named one of "the top 100 best writers of the 20th Century," won Grammys, received nearly 40 honorary degrees and is probably a friend of Oprah.
So without any further adieu or ass-kissing, here's Maya.
UPFRONT, BEHIND AND ALL AROUND
by. M. Angelou
Announcing more of the same.
Purchasing British shows dumbed down for American viewers
Blankly gazing at plasma screens
Were it not for mass importation, they might have to generate
But it's easier this way.
Take us to the center of KITT's mind, save the world and
Reality (in quotes)
Fewer this year.
Still CAN'T kill on TV
Good writing CAN deliver good ratings
If you let it try
How can you forget "The Contest"?
Not that there's anything wrong with it...
Poem must end
Waiter with sushi walks away.