My Brand Here
This comes from the whole MBA mentality. Maximize profit over any other value or goal. Make yourself your
brand.
Go ahead. Buy into it. “Brand” yourself. And remember, slaves and cattle are also branded. Brand-name recognition recklessly pursued in the name of prophets of the profit margin. Wear those symbols proudly.
Market
yourself, for the marketeers will surely be profiteers. Privateering allows pirating your soul while piloting your stock in trade to traveling sales forces onward soldiering.
Sell
yourself to the devils of industry and commerce. Commerce with your social media connections and connect with your media’s social commerce, commerce with your lovers, socially mediated by your respective brands.
Share
everything you once held to yourself, close and dear. Tattoo your tattered logos flying in the high winds of finance, dollars and change pouring down like rain. Then make breathing illegal.
Position
each and every moment or thought in the framework the followers tell you trend toward highest numbers, broadest bandwidth, greatest sales potential.
Strategize
how to maintain the largest audience of fleeting moment, knowing some will land and get caught in your web. Suck the flies dry. Let the dogs go free. Feed the cats the scraps of your soul. We all are already bound to their for-profit prisons, legs shackled, chains rattling. We are all
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Poetry Month 2016 | Fragments of Michael Dickel
Water Poems (a poem)
Flowstone Time (a poem)
SNR—Hybrid Word Dance
Veiled Lady (a poem)
My Brand Here (Hybrid Flash)
Rosy Morn | Poem | Essay | Photographs
Blue Notes (collage | poem)
The BeZine April 2016 — Celebrating Poetry Month
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Categories: Digital Art, Experimental writing, Flash Experimental, Poetry
Right on, Michael!
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Thank you, Sonia.
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