How to write…says David Ogilvy

How to write…says David Ogilvy

“…Go and tell the guy what you want.”

 

The wisdom of David Mackenzie Ogilvy (1911-1999)

 

This is trenchant advice on how to write well—still relevant almost 45 years after it was written by David Ogilvy, who was renowned in the late 20th century as “The Father of Modern Advertising.”

Now, to be sure, Ogilvy’s legendary sway in the ad biz was recognized in pre-internet, pre-wired, pre-Twitter days when ad copy was deemed more salient and more powerful than ad buzz.

Indeed, Ogilvy’s famous memo “How To Write” was circulated far beyond the Mad Men-world of his agency, Ogilvy & Mather, after he wrote it on September 7, 1982.

Here it is:

 

  1. Read the Roman-Raphaelson book on writing. Read it three times.

 

  1. Write the way you talk. Naturally.

 

  1. Use short words, short sentences and short paragraphs.

 

  1. Never use jargon words like reconceptualize, demassification, attitudinally, judgmentally. They are hallmarks of a pretentious ass.

 

  1. Never write more than two pages on any subject.

 

  1. Check your quotations.

 

  1. Never send a letter or a memo on the day you write it. Read it aloud the next morning—and then edit it.

 

  1. If it is something important, get a colleague to improve it.

 

  1. Before you send your letter or your memo, make sure it is crystal clear what you want the recipient to do.

 

  1. If you want ACTION, don’t write. Go and tell the guy what you want.

 

At this point, I know I shouldn’t embarrass myself by trying to reconceptualize or translate Ogilvy’s observations for you…

OK, I can’t resist this one: I think Item 10 is the best. In today’s wired world this can be translated to “If you want to reach an agreement or have an argument, don’t send a text or email when you can call the other party or talk face-to-face.”

Note: the reference in Item 1 is to a now-standard work by Kenneth Roman and Joel Raphaelson, Writing That Works: How to Communicate Effectively in Business. A 3rd edition was issued in 2000.

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Book review: Shantung Compound

They didn’t care much

        about each other…

by Langdon Gilkey

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a careless step invited…“Plain talk,” my poem

a careless step invited…“Plain talk,” my poem

spreading the welcome

 

 

Plain talk

 

Alone, so much alone,

but so far from lonely.

 

I look ahead to the trail that waits,

I look back to the fading trail

   that beckoned me to pass,

the plain retreats to distant crags,

the land invites a careless step,

the trail can wait.

 

This great space, so open,

so mute, such emptiness

   framed for imagination and desire,

I sow my thoughts

   and spread my welcome

      to the eager land

         that pulls my step,

and kindles my bright gaze

   as I embrace this moment,

and understand that here

   it is impossible to be lonely.

 

April 16, 2026

 

Inspired by “At the Seven-Mile Ranch, Comstock, Texas” (1982)

by Naomi Shihab Nye (b1952)

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Book review: An Empire on the Edge

by Nick Bunker

The British wanted to win

       the Revolutionary War,

    but they had good reasons

        for not trying too hard…

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Sad underwear…book review

Sad underwear…book review

Kids will love it

 

 

Book review:

Sad underwear and other complications

by Judith Viorst (b1931)

New York: Atheneum Books for Young Readers, Simon & Schuster, 1995

78 pages

 

This is a great book of great poems that will make little kids laugh, and make big kids laugh, and make parents laugh.

Such as:

 

The Seventh Swimming Lesson

 

Stop the presses.

Call a reporter.

Sally just put her face in the water.

 

How do I know it’s a great book? I’m a grandfather, and it makes me laugh.

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Movie review: A Doll’s House

Henrik Ibsen’s classic on abuse…

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“a bouquet of words…”…“taste,” my poem

“a bouquet of words…”…“taste,” my poem

we feast on meanings

 

 

taste

 

a honey made of words,

verses dripping languor,

stanzas squeezing

   sweet meaning from the words,

 

the poem is a bouquet of words,

the blooms fall open

   as each phrase proceeds,

we feast on meanings,

embrace each image,

enlarge each thought,

and savor all that lingers.

 

March 8, 2026

Inspired by “While Listening to Others Talk about Poems in Small Groups” by Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer, March 7, 2026

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Book review: A Cold Welcome

The culprit was global cooling,

     500 years ago…

by Sam White

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thinking about ducks at sea

thinking about ducks at sea

the ducks don’t think about us…

 

 

“…he looked ahead and saw a flight of wild ducks

etching themselves against the sky over the water,

then blurring, then etching again

and he knew no man was ever alone on the sea.”

 

from:

The Old Man and the Sea

Ernest Hemingway (1899-1961)

New York: Charles Scribner’s Sons, 1952

127 pages

pp. 60-61

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Book review: “Bartleby, the Scrivener”

Loneliness beyond understanding…

by Herman Melville

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“…the hollow men…” and so on

“…the hollow men…” and so on

I’m open to being tantalized…

 


“We are the hollow men

  We are the stuffed men”

 

from “The Hollow Men,” 1925, by T. S. Eliot

Thomas Stearns Eliot (1888-1965)

American-British writer, popularly acclaimed as a great poet of the 20th century

 

At long last, I’ve tried T. S. Eliot’s poetry.

I respectfully think that T. S. Eliot’s poetry is a bloomin’ wasteland…

Maybe I’ll put Collected Poems of T. S. Eliot back on the shelf, and try again after a while.

Maybe not.

It’s not that I mind Eliot’s deliberate contradictions so much. I’m willing to be provoked. I’m open to being tantalized. I’m ready to be pushed or pulled outside my comfort zone.

The sticky point for me, with Eliot’s poetry, is that I never seem to get to the point, or maybe I simply don’t get the point. When I get to the end of one of his longish poems, I’m really not sure where I started, or where I wandered, or where I arrived. 

I find little coherence in Eliot’s words and phrases and passages.

I think of myself as a wordsmith, and I love the beauty of elegant phrases and shimmering, specific, steely, selective, stately, splendid words that tell a delicious story or evoke a bloom of emotion.

For my taste, T. S. Eliot’s poetry isn’t tasty, and it’s a bloomin’ wasteland of jumbled words, fractured images, and unfinished imaginations. 

If you’re wondering where all the flowers have gone, don’t look for answers in Eliot’s work.

 

Source: T. S. Eliot, Collected Poems of T. S. Eliot (New York: Harcourt, Brace & Company, 1958), 101.

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“Fishering,” by Brian Doyle

…what meets the eye…

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