This post on The Mumpisums reminded me of...
"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 together words 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."
(Frederik Pohl and Cyril M. Kornbluth: The Space Merchants [1953])
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