But even poets are capable of direct conversation when the occasion calls for it. And shouldn't poetry make an impact? Crop circles are believed to be man-made by the vast majority of people, and are thus ignored.
In 1886, following the publication of Jules Verne's
Robur the Conquerer, a phenomenon of mass hysteria took place very similar to that which occurred following Orson Welle's 1938 radio adaptation of H.G. Well's
War of the Worlds: innumerable sightings of giant airships were reported throughout the French countryside. One couple even claimed that an airship landed in a vast field and they were greeted by a small group of diminutive spacemen (airmen?). And what message did these spacemen deliver? They made a polite request for a dozen egg sandwiches and a flask of coffee--a
single flask of coffee is going to be enough for a small group of diminutive spacemen?! I would hardly think so.
(Source? I can't be bothered with such things as I'm not getting paid to be a troll. Anyhow, I recall having read this in a Vincent Price biography some years ago.)
Not
all poets can communicate directly, and when dealing with matters of spacemen and UFOs sound reasoning is hardly an imperative. Perhaps they thought we'd not have such tremendous difficulty "getting" it;
or, they were just fuckin' with us while still hard at work perfecting their anal probe technology.
Anyhow, the proponents of these alternate crop circle "theories" are not all of the mind that visitors were even trying to
communicate--nor that the "visitors" were "intelligent life," but rather meteorological phenomena. My future friend Eltjo (still awaiting response) subscribes to the "balls of light" notion. Heh, he writes: "The hypothesis that these balls of light are involved in the creation of crop circles is now no longer just a hypothesis,
but a scientifically accepted fact, until someone proofs (
sic) the opposite."