Poetry is often a self indulgent art form, and while some of it clearly shows skill with words and language in my opinion the it is those who can put their words to music that actaully have a chance to reach a mass audience, and in our age of the sound-bite it is the lines of those songs that resonate in a way that those who expect their pearls of wisdom to be read from the pages of a book can never achieve. In the course of getting my degree I had to read some rather dreary and pretentious poetry fortunately I managed to avoid Sylvia Plath. Recently I had cause to read some of her poetry and what I found was certainly the dreary and pessimistic ranting of a depressive who eventually topped herself.
You have to wonder why it is that so many extreme lefties love the poetry of such tragic fucked up people, and who might be tempted to use this sad failure of a woman as their name sake? That is however really an aside because what I want to suggest here today is that what will become of stamp collectors and philately as a pastime once the email becomes ubiquitous enough to slay snail mail entirely? How long will it take before those who collect postage stamps are as obscure as those who used to collect other ephemera like cigarette cards or the numbers of steam engines?