A paean to Ogilvy…

We let them
run over us,
one message a minute,
ten an hour,
a hundred a day,
and while we forget
the ninety,
ten do stay

and though we know that not,
we are
a minute changed
from what we were
a day before
when we knew ten
fewer

and a minute a day,
in a generation
or two
or three
we have wound
ourselves
so hard
and so infinitely long,

spun
so many leagues away
from where it all began,
we cannot make conversation
with the old man
on the sofa
who saw
the first
and wonders now
what changed and how,

and we still
want to spin on,
on and on.

Hit me baby
one more time.

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Posted on July 10, 2005, in Uncategorized. Bookmark the permalink. 7 Comments.

  1. that is freewriting style? good one. 🙂

  2. Like the sentiment expressed.Must say, it’s really good if you have written it one go.

  3. That was brilliant.. Random web-craling brought me here, really liked your writings, mind if I were to add you?

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