(Up the wonganoowee)

An h can look good in a word
Honestly is completely absurd
'eard in host but not ohm
So Pooh, lets go home
Up river, no paddle, so whark it

Send the man some coffee!

An even more affordable option would be to }buy his latest book. Just to kill the time that separates us from the release of Mr. Hawyood's, you understand.

Confessional

A limerick exhorts me to sin
A good one! – I have to be in
But the spirit of Lear
(That’s Ed, not Shakespeare)
Means the quality’s often a disappointment.

The gleamers have turned into rusters,
The boomers decayed into busters;
I'm under an onus
To pay back my bonus;
I think I've been fucked in the clusters.

Did you know, there is a website for everything these days?

http://fucktheeconomy.com/

"We must stop perpetuating the fiction that existence itself is dictated by the immutable laws of economics."

and Poets.

"The economic model has broken, for good. It's time to stop…

Now I feel as if I've been a bit of a ... er... curmudgeon.

Don't be silly now. I like it though if I have a small part in bringing fine minds together, and it was a pleasure recently to introduce Lyndon and Philip to each other's work. Their ability…

In Challinor's emotion-wrenching tribute to 1980s merchant bankers, I think it was undeniably the words: "And my…

We FTSE all night

Genius.

Actually, I was accusing you of awesomeness.

And now you know exactly what I meant.

I want to see love poetry of merchant bankers. Specifically young merchant bankers of the 1980s.

Well, you asked for it:

Rah rah for our Essex affairs,
As my stock penetrates and she shares;
I'm a red-tied young tup
On the up, up and up –
Let us make like…

When the economy is splattered against the sky

Like a patient cauterised upon a table;

Let us go, through certain half-deserted malls,

The muttering calls

Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels

And sawdust dealing rooms with warning bells:

Streets that follow like…

I greeted the angrier of the two gentlemen, as the other had suddenly become…

I do believe you're accusing me of curmudgeonliness, Dr Tiso.

Actually, I was accusing you of awesomeness. Philip knows how I feel.

Just stake out the embassy. He'll have to go in and vote for a new government sooner rather than later.

I'll have you know we vote by post…

With his Italian origins, he can probably be spotted as the best-dressed person in the city. Alternatively, he may be wearing a large moustache and driving an ice-cream van.

Just stake out the embassy. He'll have to go in and vote for a new government sooner rather than later.

Alternatively, he may be wearing a large moustache and driving an ice-cream van.

rofflenui

... not necessarily offensive unless I can get him to pay my costs in a libel action.

Of course, possibly a more sensible alternative is for us both to chip in and hire someone to beat him up (I know people in Upper Hutt).

According to his…

I do believe you're accusing me of curmudgeonliness, Dr Tiso

Not necessarily. He might just be accusing me of southerliness; which would be geographically, temperamentally, ethnically and stereotypically erroneous, but not necessarily offensive unless I can get him to pay my costs in a libel action.

I believe being able to distinguish between the numbers four and six may be a prerequisite for an economics career.

Oh ho, I think now we begin to get the true story behind Russell's departure from The Listener...

Pam: "You know full well that home-time isn't until VI o'clock, Russell.…

Soon to be published, under the title 'Rising Bollards'.

We'll be issuing a special edition with that title for our British readers.

giovanni tiso wrote:

David, meet Philip... I think the two of you might have been separated at birth.

I do believe you're accusing me of curmudgeonliness,…

You're obviously not familiar with Bollard's erotic work.

Soon to be published, under the title Rising Bollards.

I can dream.

I note, however, that you've inadvertently spelt it correctly — thus missing the opportunity to demonstrate your deliberately ironic juxtaposition with "sleepers", and your solidarity with the common man.

Not to mention "sleepers'" evocation of the railways, and their role in infrastructure investment.

I added the word "fretful" to my quantitative easing poem

I note, however, that you've inadvertently spelt it correctly — thus missing the opportunity to demonstrate your deliberately ironic juxtaposition with "sleepers", and your solidarity with the common man.

Perhaps you could humorously insert an apostrophe to make "sleeper's" (this…

Its hard to say something new
in a land
where cliches are a dime a dozen

Its hard to be brief
when work once begun
compels exertion

Its a land
where seed is sown
nurtured, grown
where the heartfest
is threshed, pounded
mulled over, digested…

I beg your pardon, Chris? Poem II was entirely about quantitative easing.

I thought it was to do with irrational consumer choice, but what would I know?

Also: I added the word "fretful" to my quantitative easing poem.

C'est fini.

I was mildly disappointed you didn't manage to work in a reference to quantitative easing

I beg your pardon, Chris? Poem II was entirely about quantitative easing.

I'm afraid that I don't see an academic position in an English department coming your way any time soon...

But in your arms
It eases

I believe being able to distinguish between the numbers four and six may be a prerequisite for an economics career. Still given the last few years, who knows?

Oh, anything above four is a stimulus package.

Yes VI, as Sacha says...

Indeed! I would stand and applaud that line if it hadn't already ruined my day.

yep, the final line was good, but still a bit of a comedown. The whole sequence was really building up to the title of VI.

" Dynamic Stochastic General Equilibrium Modelling"

I mean, come on. You were never going to top that.

Oh, and TS Elliott looked…

You guys just made me scare the heck out of my nurse. Now she wants to take my lap-top away.

Crikey. Best you steer clear of Super Powered Breasts Are Our Only Hope Against The Evil Fish People then.

LMAO. Can't wait for the Bollard Annual.

You bet – though I do hope there'll be some of these kind of mystery-solving adventures of Bollard & his chums, with maybe full instructions for an origami model of the economy, the very thing for a hungover post-xmas afternoon – or just a…

The poet is saying: "Hey, I'm an economist, but I'm also just a man. And, like you, I can't spell".

How could I have missed that?

The line was clearly a conscious act of hitching to the "cultural nationalism train", and the clever irony is revealed…

VI

I believe being able to distinguish between the numbers four and six may be a prerequisite for an economics career. Still given the last few years, who knows?

As you might expect, the author is particularly proud of the last line in poem VI. Possibly one of the best lines of poetry ever written, in my opinion.

For me, that line dragged down the whole collection: it's a transparent attempt to hitch up to the cultural nationalism train.…

Way too good to be Bollard's work, that's for sure.

Oh, you doubter, Sacha...

P.S. Russell: I do like the updated version of your poem. The dumb/numb thing works rather well. Have you thought of moving sideways into economics?

Way too good to be Bollard's work, that's for sure.

You're obviously not familiar with Bollard's erotic work.

As you might expect, the author is particularly proud of the last line in poem VI. Possibly one of the best lines of poetry ever written, in my opinion. I expect that (in the future) it will be compared to Eliot's 'The Love Song of J. Alfred…