Over on Herd Mark has very flatteringly suggested that he and I were separated at birth.
The core of his argument, expressed in e e cummings style, is our mutual love of Shirky and interest in the creation of solidarity goods.
I'm more than happy to be Mark's twain, and it reminded me of an e e cummings poem that I was first introduced to by the 1988 movie Plain Clothes.
[The protagonist, a grown up guy pretending to be a high school kid to help uncover a murder, reads it out in class and gets his female teacher all hot and bothered. Weren't the 80s fun?]
Only upon reading it again did I realise it has the word Brand in the title, which is enough for me to quote it in its entirety.
We can pretend it's about advertising and that.
[It's really about a car. Or sex. Or whatever you want it to mean. Isn't poetry fun?]
she being Brand
know consequently a
little stiff i was
careful of her and(having
thoroughly oiled the universal
joint tested my gas felt of
her radiator made sure her springs were O.
K.)i went right to it flooded-the-carburetor cranked her
clutch(and then somehow got into reverse she
minute i was back in neutral tried and
again slo-wly;bare,ly nudg. ing(my
oh and her gears being in
A 1 shape passed
from low through
greasedlightning)just as we turned the corner of Divinity
avenue i touched the accelerator and give
her the juice,good
was the first ride and believe i we was
happy to see how nice she acted right up to
the last minute coming back down by the Public
Gardens i slammed on
brakes Bothatonce and
brought allofher tremB