Thanks for that link, Will!
Not that I know much of anything about Dance or Opera, but I could see a list of Honorees looking something like Woody Allen, Philip Glass, Herbie Hancock, Joni Mitchell and Al Pacino.
That would be a fine group and sadly Carol Channing (or, for that matter, Liza or Patti either, to be honest) doesn't inspire the kind of passion in me that the others I mentioned do.
Words don't deserve that kind of malarkey. They're innocent, neutral, precise, standing for this, describing that, meaning the other, so if you look after them you can build bridges across incomprehension and chaos. But when they get their corners knocked off, they're no good anymore…I don't think writers are sacred, but words are. They deserve respect. If you get the right ones in the right order, you can nudge the world a little.