tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6587090106923596284.post8253579813572451065..comments2023-04-20T18:18:11.438+01:00Comments on Gists & Piths: Simon Turner - Waitrose's plumbing of the depthsUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6587090106923596284.post-13771027674678676872008-12-09T17:48:00.000+00:002008-12-09T17:48:00.000+00:00I agree with Jane - maybe some viewers might even ...I agree with Jane - maybe some viewers might even find out what the poem is and then read the proper version (which imho is the best poem ever written). I really don't have a problem with the advert - in fact I loved it. If that makes me a philistine pleb, I don't care.The Berminghamshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13642897665790270927noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6587090106923596284.post-13885127907059363852008-10-24T10:36:00.000+01:002008-10-24T10:36:00.000+01:00I like Ode to Autumn. At least it means millions o...I like Ode to Autumn. At least it means millions of people will potentially be hearing a snippet of some good poetry for an average of thirty seconds a week this autumn. <BR/><BR/>Better than a poke in the eye with a blunt stick, as my old grandad used to say. <BR/><BR/>I can't stand sonnets.Jane Hollandhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15590668593487445482noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6587090106923596284.post-18712042309002341762008-10-15T00:30:00.000+01:002008-10-15T00:30:00.000+01:00Reminds me of that awful Prudential ad from severa...Reminds me of that awful Prudential ad from several years back, with the poem by Nick Toczek. I can't remember a single line, though I can remember images of a guy walking along a very un-British sunny street with floating things (a football possibly) and much nonsense in not quite normal speed.<BR/><BR/>I don't know if this tripe says more about visual/video art as being more poetry than poetry, or if it just confirms the fact that poetry is the opposite of selling.<BR/><BR/>George, G&PThe Editorshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06264669059410810775noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6587090106923596284.post-28138368260239551012008-10-10T20:10:00.000+01:002008-10-10T20:10:00.000+01:00Roddy, the pub-sonnet project sounds interesting: ...Roddy, the pub-sonnet project sounds interesting: the work will at least have a connection to the product it's linked with. Are Gists and Piths allowed a review copy...? <BR/><BR/>Emily, I'd forgotten the story about the poems being read on hold, but it does chime in rather well: in both cases, there's a contempt for poetry on display, a total negation of the possibility that poems might open up the language and, dare I say it, expand the horizons of consciousness. Or is eveything a product now, and I'm just a fusty old throwback who thought art was meant to mean something? <BR/><BR/>Simon, G&PThe Editorshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06264669059410810775noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6587090106923596284.post-39221613323955134372008-10-10T11:45:00.000+01:002008-10-10T11:45:00.000+01:00okay, I have now actually seen teh offending adver...okay, I have now actually seen teh offending advert. Hideous, worse even than I expected. <BR/><BR/>Maybe Waitrose follow Nicholar Roe et al's reading of the poem and actually want to alert us to the Peterloo massacre and its modernday parallels. Or maybe they'll just use that first stanza and a shot of custard being poured.<BR/><BR/>I read another article complaining about being on hold (I think it was a telephone company) and getting poetry read by Roger McGough instead of muzac. I am tempted to think this is the natural side-effect of promoting poetry, that it gets dragged into advertising and other places we wouldn't want to see our poet's beloved progeny play. And if music becomes muzac in such situations, what's the word for poetry? poezac? And so Prose would be...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6587090106923596284.post-11281633494649675112008-10-10T02:19:00.000+01:002008-10-10T02:19:00.000+01:00Erm , Stopping By Woods has already been done with...Erm , Stopping By Woods has already been done with jingle bells, by Scottish singer Jackie Leven, whose albums have included workings of poems by MacNeice, Cummings, Rilke, James Wright and others. <BR/><BR/>I'm involved with a campaign by Old Speckled Hen at the moment featuring sonnets about pub life, which will come out next Spring. Ads, a booklet, and a full anthology. Corporate, yes, but we will strive to make it as tasteful as possible.<BR/><BR/>RoddyAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6587090106923596284.post-58799139742735619662008-10-09T15:52:00.000+01:002008-10-09T15:52:00.000+01:00Well said that girl. And well said Simon. It makes...Well said that girl. <BR/><BR/>And well said Simon. It makes me want to slit my throat. BUT it's not like people with any real appreciation of poetry are ever going to produce Waitrose ads, are they? It's like someone who actually cares about people going into mainstream politics<BR/><BR/>GloriaGloria Dawsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15835754907368191492noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6587090106923596284.post-42117826662124669762008-10-07T16:16:00.000+01:002008-10-07T16:16:00.000+01:00Then you'll be awake just in time for Tesco's tele...Then you'll be awake just in time for Tesco's televised Christmas buying encouragements: Stopping by Woods read by Andrew(needs the work/appreciation)Motion over jingle bells.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com