Poetry: in fashion for the credit crunch
You’ll cut a bigger dash if you can recite it in a grey suit, though, like UBS’ strangely reassuring – well, he would be, wouldn’t he? – global economics supremo Paul Donovan. Don’t you love his tie? But I’m not sure if I find him soporifically confidence-inducing in his greyness, or as creepy as the snake Kaa.
If you get bored waiting for the big moment, skip to about 3:54.
Thanks for this to The Thoughtful Dresser, who picked it up on the rather scary Guardian blogs, where Guardian blogger Stephen Moss commented:
“Shares in Kipling have soared following the UBS podcast, reaching $12 a simile in Far Eastern markets… Philip Larkin is selling well in the belief that we will all be utterly depressed and living in Mr Bleaney-style bedsits in a month or two. A lot of investors are putting their faith in poetic gold – Shakespeare, Milton, Donne, Marvell – whose values are unlikely to be shaken in these testing times. But Victorian derivatives are doing badly…”
It’s just a shame it wasn’t in time for National Poetry Day – after all, poetry costs nothing to produce – and I say that, who just got two HP ink cartridges refilled at my local newsagent. It’s the perfect artform for a major downturn.
By the way, I really pity any of you shortsighted enough to read this via RSS feed, I do so much post-publish editing…
