R.I.P. Gil Scott-Heron
June 1, 2011 § Leave a comment
Here at Arthur, it sometimes takes us a while before we can finally recover from bad news. When we heard that poet and so-called “Godfather of Rap” Gil Scott-Heron died, we were crushed. Everyone knows Scott-Heron best for “The Revolution Will Not Be Televised, but we always loved “Whitey on the Moon”, for its critique of White America (“A rat done bit my sister Nell/With Whitey on the moon/Her face and arms began to swell/And Whitey’s on the moon/I can’t pay no doctor’s bill/But Whitey’s on the moon/Ten years now I’ll be paying still/While Whitey’s on the moon”). We retreated to the caves of poetry and fortresses of solitude and those of us who believed in God asked him why, and still we find no silent answer enough. We want Scott-Heron to write us a poem to tell us why, but now he’s no longer here to do so.