Six pages of Republicans holding the government hostage, war, death, invasions of privacy, fear fear fear. I had literally just put my head in my hands and then I glanced at the Chopard ad and the thought raced through my tired mind: "I just want that right now." No. But then the eye roams; "stop dreaming and start cooking."
I worked in marketing; am I reading too much into this, or do you also wonder about advertisement and placement?
Stuttered-over-again world
where I shall have been
a Guest, a Name,
sweated down from the Wall,
that a Wound licks up.
~ Paul Celan
I worked in marketing; am I reading too much into this, or do you also wonder about advertisement and placement?
Stuttered-over-again world
where I shall have been
a Guest, a Name,
sweated down from the Wall,
that a Wound licks up.
~ Paul Celan
Labels: fear, NY Times, poetry, tactical magic
1 Comments:
I love this post! From the tags like tactical magic, to its honesty, to Celan---mmmm! Perfect melange of experience and insight!
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