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1 Reporter Jacques Peretti (pictured) will check out the effect of Henry Gadsden’s vision
Who is Henry Gadsden? Henry Gadsden was the CEO of pharmaceutical giant Merck & Company between 1965 and 1975.
Mr. Gadsden, a Yale University graduate, oversaw a period of massive growth for the corporation and famously referred to his desire to sell capsules to wholesome human beings to amplify his consumer base.
In the past due 1970s, he told Fortune mag he wanted medicine to be as regular as chewing gum so the organization should “sell to absolutely everyone”. Under Gadsden’s stewardship, the business enterprise’s sales quadrupled to $1billion. He additionally increased spending on research and development from $32million to $125million, reviews Harvard Business School.
A former colleague who served as studies director at Merck said he had been committed to research, telling him, “We’d try no longer to cut back on studies because that is our future”. Gadsden died in 1980, aged sixty-nine. When can I watch Billion Dollar Deals? Fortune 100 companies list fortune 100 best companies In the Red Engine Press January 2006 newsletter, “Yarnspinners and Wordweavers,” Carolyn Howard-Johnson, author of Tracings, writes:
“Auden thought the purpose of poetry is to disenchant. That, my reader, maybe why I am not much for rhyme or pretty, though I do like food images, especially sweets. I prefer melancholy, wistful and if a song is sung, let it discord to keep the reader alert make him reconsider. Nursery rhymes are for nurseries, sunsets to be viewed firsthand from a bluff, preferably while holding hands with someone handsome. The tendons of the best poetry are politics, introspection, and the abominable snowmen among us tempered–occasionally–by a look back at where we’ve been. Oh, and irony. That’s better than tiramisu and latté for keeping people talking late into the night.”
While the modern age, with podcasting and blogs, has made poetry more accessible, poetry is also considered frivolous–and certainly not lucrative. It’s a shame because Carolyn Howard-Johnson’s poetry can make an air raid sound still and hushed. She can let us stand beside an uncle who smells Barbasol and is on his way to war. The subtle message is clear: Stop. Pay attention. Listen.
Most of us wrote poetry in high school that included protests against parents, petitions to teenage crushes, or the usual “my life stinks, what’s the meaning of it all” poems. As adults, we may dribble our wine-and-cappuccino-soaked angst onto the page. As private therapy, poetry often can’t be beaten, and it certainly helped poet Dessa Byrd Reed heal after a car accident. But Reed turned her recovery writings into a passion for poetry that took her to China recently.
Poetry is relevant in today’s text-messaging high-tech world, as evidenced by all the poetry Web sites. It speaks of love, as in Elizabeth Barrett Browning’s sonnets. It relates eternal epic truths, as in John Milton’s Paradise Lost. It captures the cry of a generation, as in Allen Ginsberg’s “Howl.” It reflects, as in Walt Whitman’s Leaves of Grass. It makes a cinematic statement about freedom behind bars, as in the movie “Slam.” It speaks of the Divine, as in the poetry of Thich Nhat Hanh. I agree with Carolyn Howard-Johnson that poetry moves us–or it must if we want to move others. Howard-Johnson’s poetry moved Compulsive Reader editor Magdalena Ball to name Tracings to The Compulsive Reader list of “Top Ten Reads of 2005.”
Howard-Johnson pokes fun at portraits of poets on poetry magazines, but clearly, loves poetry:
“So long before you took up a pen, wrote pictures,
you imagined them in liquid blue, the stories of others,
It’s easy to get caught up in our own stories without understanding them. Howard-Johnson peppers her poetry with images of travel, not just global but time travel. She remarks in “Poetry, Quantum Mechanics, and Other Trifles” that her critique group warns her she complicates her poems with too many layers:
“my ingredients, they say, are concealed
behind an opaque pottery bowl;
their matrices misunderstood.
Children we are. No one tells
us the truth of such a grand
The poet Rainer Maria Rilke pointed out the truths of existence in Sonnets to Orpheus, showing us that a young ballet dancer, dead, is not forever gone but is not visible. That’s “the truth of such a grand/dessert.” That’s what poetry is about–revealing, evoking, describing, thought-provoking. Poetry connects the past with the present and future. Howard-Johnson can visit the historic war museum in Oslo and reflect on war as it affected the world:
“Norway’s fjords shed salty droplets on
faces like my father’s. Round faces. Eyes dilute-blue
like the pale skies above them. Men who fought
as Churchill’s voice crackled through smuggled vacuum
Howard-Johnson considers war as it now affects her family:
“Only days before
I reached this spur, I saw my grandson off to war, alone.
A sacrifice. A trade. For my father, who never marched.”
We feel the sense of place in poetry, but the place is fluid, as in Howard-Johnson’s work–a flight from LAX to Salt Lake City can take her through her own childhood home where her mother washed a slip every night. The unities of time and place in good drama or a short story can be tweaked in poetry–although often the poet, like a painter, wants to concentrate attention on one time, one place, one concept. Good poetry can tell a story or capture a mood both ways.
Dr. James Ragan, the director of Company of the University featured Southern California Master Who of Professional Writing Program where I graduated in 1999, says in an interview quoted on the Master of Professional Writing Website:
“You want to challenge yourself. Ask yourself, is my time here going to have the meaning I need for it to have? Poetry has given me that meaning. But then I had to write on the level that allowed me to cross borders as well as time, and that’s the challenge of creation.”