Attack On The Ad-Man
by A. S. J. Tessimond
This trumpeter of nothingness, employed
To keep our reason dull and null and void.
This man of wind and froth and flux will sell
The wares of any who reward him well.
Praising whatever he is paid to praise,
He hunts for ever-newer, smarter ways
To make the gilt seen gold; the shoddy, silk;
To cheat us legally; to bluff and bilk
By methods which no jury can prevent
Because the law’s not broken, only bent.
This mind for hire, this mental prostitute
Can tell the half-lie hardest to refute;
Knows how to hide an inconvenient fact
And when to leave a doubtful claim unbacked;
Manipulates the truth but not too much,
And if his patter needs the Human Touch,
Skillfully artless, artlessly naive,
Wears his convenient heart upon his sleeve.
He uses words that once were strong and fine,
Primal as sun and moon and bread and wine,
True, honourable, honoured, clear and keen,
And leaves them shabby, worn, diminished, mean.
He takes ideas and trains them to engage
In the long little wars big combines wage…
He keeps his logic loose, his feelings flimsy;
Turns eloquence to cant and wit to whimsy;
Trims language till it fits his clients, pattern
And style’s a glossy tart or limping slattern.
He studies our defences, finds the cracks
And where the wall is weak or worn, attacks.
lie finds the fear that’s deep, the wound that’s tender,
And mastered, outmanouevered, we surrender.
We who have tried to choose accept his choice
And tired succumb to his untiring voice.
The dripping tap makes even granite soften
We trust the brand-name we have heard so often
And join the queue of sheep that flock to buy;
We fools who know our folly, you and I.

A few random poems:
- zen: a very short history by Raj Arumugam
- A Grey Day by William Vaughn Moody
- Robert Burns: My Girl She’s Airy: Fragment
- A Question by Robert Frost
- Михаил Кузмин – Зимнее солнце
- A Leaf for Hand in Hand. by Walt Whitman
- Jacaranda by Norma Martiri
- Robert Burns: The Keekin’-Glass:
- “O you, far colder, whiter” by Torquato Tasso
- Who Would Of Knew…..About Your Concept!!! (July 10th) by Stevens Cadet
- My Eyes in the Time of Apparition by Rachel McKibbens
- Crazy Jane And Jack The Journeyman by William Butler Yeats
- Untitled by Quincy Troupe
- My Last Will by Sir Walter Raleigh
- Robert Burns: You’re Welcome, Willie Stewart:
External links
Bat’s Poetry Page – more poetry by Fledermaus
Talking Writing Monster’s Page –
Batty Writing – the bat’s idle chatter, thoughts, ideas and observations, all original, all fresh
Poems in English
- Holding On by Satish Verma
- Hepatica by Satish Verma
- Haltering by Satish Verma
- Half-Man by Satish Verma
- Gyrations by Satish Verma
- Green Circle by Satish Verma
- Gray Dawn by Satish Verma
- Glitches by Satish Verma
- GESTURES by Satish Verma
- Furious Wounds by Satish Verma
- Flirting by Satish Verma
- Flickering Dream by Satish Verma
- Fierce Mooning by Satish Verma
- Father’s Day by Satish Verma
- Faces by Satish Verma
- EXISTENTIAL DILEMMMA by Satish Verma
- Eternal Drift by Satish Verma
- Entranced by Satish Verma
- Enigmatic by Satish Verma
- Engagements by Satish Verma
More external links (open in a new tab):
Doska or the Board – write anything
Search engines:
Yandex – the best search engine for searches in Russian (and the best overall image search engine, in any language, anywhere)
Qwant – the best search engine for searches in French, German as well as Romance and Germanic languages.
Ecosia – a search engine that supposedly… plants trees
Duckduckgo – the real alternative and a search engine that actually works. Without much censorship or partisan politics.
Yahoo– yes, it’s still around, amazingly, miraculously, incredibly, but now it seems to be powered by Bing.
Parallel Translations of Poetry
The Poetry Repository – an online library of poems, poetry, verse and poetic works
Arthur Seymour John Tessimond (1902 -1962) was an English poet. He had a tumultuous childhood, ran from boarding school, went to work, somehow attended the University of Liverpool, avoided service in WWI and then discovered that he is unfit for military service after he was diagnosed with bipolar disorder, which in those days was known as manic depression. A.S. Tessimond is a wonderful poet though maybe somewhat underappreciated poet. He died from in 1962 from a brain haemorrhage.