In these partly sunny days of stutter and fumble, of graceful recoveries, of 53 year old Madonna, poets are still having poet careers.
Yesterday's sporting event had commercials. Now our poets are writing copy for multi-million dollar advertisements for the automotive industry. OUR. Use your pronouns wisely. It's OUR country, kids.
Perhaps this is a future model for young poets. Face it--very few practitioners, famous relatives or not, are going to make a living doing this. Get on TV as often as you can, even if it's just a crowd shot. Play bit parts in film. Write slogans for the Edsel. Wedge your profile into national magazines; if you have a semi-lurid and or titillating story about a famous dead person, by all means, serve it forth.
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