Who is Sarah Taylor?

She's always been a ratbag, nonconformist, dreamer from the sixties. Numerous school principals said she would come to 'a sorry end'. Her mother promised she'd grow up to be beautiful. Her father despaired, 'she lives life like each day is her last.' Her husbands and lovers have wrung their hands, 'we don’t know what she wants.' Her close friends warn 'she's not everyone's cup of tea.'
    She was born in the wrong era and wished desperately to be part of the Bloomsbury set or hang out with the Mitford girls, swan around country houses sustained by independent wealth, loose morals and endless time to write. She fell hopelessly for Truman Capote, only his mind darling. She laments she couldn't join his soiree, suffer his wrath, and displace Harper as his muse. She wants the Sydney Push to reform so she can join for one last hurrah. She is well known by local newspapers for having more letters rejected than published.
    She burst into the limelight at the Festival of Dangerous Ideas 2009 addressing the Concert Hall of the Sydney Opera House prior to Christopher Hitchens pleading for My right to die (.pdf). not immediately, the date yet to be set. Blame the judges Annabel Crabbe and David Marr, the monster was released. Slam Poetry looked like fun, she gave it a go. A slam about the perfidy of ageing bodies gave her the heat, the semi-final and the Australian Slam Poetry 2009 winner's title, A disgraceful old woman (.pdf).
    She may make you laugh, she may offend, you are free to cheer or disagree, be seduced to stop and think, please celebrate, at least she has a point of view. She's not going quietly or to a nursing home.