Response to a Grub Street Tale from Joachim Fersengeld:
Advice to the Grub Street Verse-writers by Jonathan Swift
Ye poets ragged and forlorn,
Down from your garrets haste;
Ye rhymers, dead as soon as born,
Not yet consign'd to paste;
I know a trick to make you thrive;
O, 'tis a quaint device:
Your still-born poems shall revive,
And scorn to wrap up spice.
Get all your verses printed fair,
Then let them well be dried;
And Curll must have a special care
To leave the margin wide.
Lend these to paper-sparing Pope;
And when he sets to write,
No letter with an envelope
Could give him more delight.
When Pope has fill'd the margins round,
Why then recall your loan;
Sell them to Curll for fifty pound,
And swear they are your own.
Adventures in Space-Time
5 comments:
Yawn.
Lem's "Trash-verse".
Meh.
Tichiy not authentic (who's that? Polish dr.Who?)
And too many minutae things from current reality Lem disliked.
It's the packaging that makes the disposable product inside "desirable". Put water in a disposable bottle and stand on a dusty hot street corner. You'll soon get rich. No one will drink free water from the hose 3 feet away.
I wouldn't know...
It's the "nature" of surplus/ excess value.
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