Friday, October 28, 2011

Professional Left Podcast #99

‘Thou still unravish’d bride of quietness
Thou foster-child of Silence and slow Time ---‘
That’s the sort of thing she would have written before the rise of advertising.

The correlation is perfectly clear. Advertising up, lyric poetry down. There are only so many people capable of putting words together that stir and move and sing. When it became possible to earn a very good living in advertising by exercising this capability, lyric poetry was left to untalented screwballs who had to shriek for attention and compete by eccentricity.
Fred Pohl & C.M. Kornbluth,The Space Merchants”, 1952

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1 comment:

K. Ron Silkwood said...

An iPhone app? Dammit, I'm old school; I've got a BlackBerry.

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