This poem is timely given the awards ceremonies that go on around this year. The silver screen and golden years of television are dying but their icons are immortal idols. Somehow the poem leads me to think of Ray Bradbury and F 451 where everybody was watching the pallor walls not noticing the world was going to end. Thanks for the wake up call to the reality of the illusion of the silver screen.
See, that shows how out of the loop I am, wasn't even aware of the awards being held, lol. That's a very interesting association, and yes it is quite wild to see how despite the major conflicts (and major unifications!) that are going on in the "real world," so many live in a world of unreality and entertainment. There is something majorly enticing about escaping into these fantasies (I have mainly experienced this through video games) but they can also be a sinister form of subtle hypnosis.