Showing posts with label Folly Magazine. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Folly Magazine. Show all posts
Thursday, July 5, 2012
Stop: A Poem of Pharmaceutical Advertising
Stop
In an ad agency, Traffic is like
Department of the Shepherds,
or an escort service,
housemother, Charon,
ferrying files from account exec. to writer
to art director to the shop to editorial
back to writer, exec., client, hell.
When the agency is pharm., the ad
could be direct-to-physician, direct-to-
patient, include an ISI (Important Safety Information).
Pharm. pays better than general advertising but
each ad has me fighting early training:
this is a load of crap.
Remember, I wasn't allowed medicine as a kid.
When I was headed to Camp Yallani we needed
a doc. to sign off.
He spotted weeping sores on my hand.
What’s that? he asked Mom.
It’s nothing she said.
Don't blame advertisers for the public's foolishness.
David Ogilvy's Little Red Book
of selling-relevant aphorisms
had typos.
Mao's Little Red Book fell to
reform and reeducation through labor.
There's no poetry in consumerism or
totalitarianism.
Oh save us from our leaders.
All of us.
______
Sarah Sarai, Folly Magazine, February 2012
Note: I wasn't allowed to take biology in high school because of my Christian Science mother. Yet here I am, working in pharmaceutical advertising and not quite fitting in. I do my quiet thing, my rent gets paid, my poems get written and sunlight and birds reveled in.
Before pharma, I was in general advertising, and yes, Ogilvy Advertising had its founder's Little Red Book, about the same size as Mao's. Thanks to Folly Magazine for publishing the poem and allowing me to include it here. April 27, 2016 note: Folly is out-of-print.
Sunday, April 22, 2012
Links to a few recent publications.
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| A Matisse print, included in Folly. She looks like a mermaid. |
My three poems "Drink, Child," "Stop," and "Palace of the Blessed" are beautifully presented at Folly Magazine. The date of pub. is February 2012, but I didn't know they were out, so now is the time. Folly presents itself as a pdf. Don't hold back. Your scrolling will reveal delights of performing arts posters, Matisse prints (Folly editors are geniuses to have permission to reproduce this artwork), poems of Stephanie Kaplan Cohen, and my poems. Note that the narrator of "Stop" works in advertising agencies.
(I have lots to say about the poems but why strip them down when you, the reader, can experience and question.)
Like "Stop," my poem "Long ago," published online by 200 New Mexico Poems (and, it is hoped, eventually in an anthology) draws on lived experience, my time (long ago) in Santa Fe.
Fiction (yay!) Though it's not yet published, may I alert you to the imminent arrival of my short story, "Lillia," in the Spring issue of Devil's Lake, a journal from the University of Wisconsin-Madison. I'll post links when appropriate.
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