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A poem: Talk Talked On the occasion of Talk mag's announced demise By Tim McHale Talk talked, & Hearst walked, Talk talked, & Miramax balked, Tina & Ron’s show has just gotten stalked Their chat book now closed, over & chalked Her cool editor’s wit once ran loose & ruled While the tough guy jestered, cajoled & fooled Their hot buzz machine has ultimately cooled Now critics & sharks are poised, perched and pooled You could always tell Tina excited When gossip was hot, she really delighted But were high writer fees cause of the blighted? To make Talk’s talk of success unrequited Harvey’s idea to merchandise his movies Was fine and dandy during Clinton era groovies But did Bush & war and Afghanistan loonies Bore Tina’s eye versus stories on Bloomies? For Talk, Tina gave The New Yorker away Now whose trash will she have to edit today? Condé’s once fair princess is planning to stay Though Hearst’s got the bills for a while to pay Vanity’s bid price for juice to be soon halved & hacked For street trash on rich folks getting richer or smacked By their hubris & stupidity or arrogance shellacked Could these seamy stories now get justly whacked? Talk was Chic & sleek, though chic got piqued Her Anonymous sources, & dark stories sneaked The once ruler of '90s style inevitably reaped In the end, no loyal readers, so nobody weeped! January 22, 2002 © 2002 Media Life -Tim McHale is the chief media officer of Tribal DDB North America. He is also an aspiring Poet Laureate of Media, his voice quick to fill with verse on the great and often lesser occasions of the media marketplace. He lives in New Jersey, as did before him Walt Whitman, after whom an important rest stop on the New Jersey Turnpike was named.
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