From a profile of Poet Laureate Billy Collins in today's New York Times. I'm also taken by the advice to read poetry instead of a timeline.
FOLLOWING I am a nonparticipant of social media. I’m not much attracted to anything that involves the willing forfeiture of privacy and the foregrounding of insignificance. So I can proudly say that I’ve never tweeted, but I am struck by the apparent coincidence of the 140 characters — sounds like a Balzac novel — and the 140 syllables in the Elizabethan sonnet. Instead of tweeting that you had great pizza tonight, why not read some haiku by Buson? Doesn’t poetry seem just right for our ever shrinking attention spans? O.K., never mind.