One of America's great poets—James Dickey—worked in advertising. From 1956 to 1959 he was as a copywriter for McCann-Erickson in New York. He then worked for agencies in Atlanta until 1961, before being rescued by a Guggeheim Fellowship. Dickey liked to say he was "selling his soul to the devil in the daytime and buying it back at night." As he grew more successful in advertising, Mr. Dickey said, he realized he was …
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