They seek him here, they seek him there, but He, mercurial in his hurtling skivvies
....striding high there, how he rung upon the rein of a volatile wing in his ecstasy! then off, off forth on swing, as a skate’s heel sweeps smooth on a bow-bend: the hurl and glide in naked shorts, selling
shares he hasn't borrowed, or doesn't intend to borrow, or even phantom shares that don't exist, but hey!
who cares! It's ALMOST technically legal, the chutzpah of the thing, the arrogance, the selfish power!
in this eery aerie, frenetic stratosphere
shadow world of postponed promises, borrowed time, obscured
paperwork, nail-biting price-watching, high-tension days swirling around the decline of a company,
in shorts
it's always time for a naked swoop
-- the achieve of; the mastery of the thing!
brute beauty and valour and act, oh, air, pride, plume, seeking
here a million, there a million, a million on the air, a million million million everywhere!
Sometime during the late '60's, Abbie Hoffman and some of his cohorts went to the visitors' gallery at the NY Stock Exchange, and they emptied a paper bag full of money onto the stock exchange floor.
It was a kind of guerrilla conceptual art thing, about the value of and obsession with money.
Not sure if much of the concept penetrated the minds of the stock traders. I always thought it would have been more interesting to first tear the dollar bills in half, and drop the halves of paper money onto the trading floor.
That way, if any of the people wanted to have two halves of the same piece of money (to be able to actually spend it), they would have had to set aside their usual aggressive competitive selves, and start talking to each other and cooperating and working together. (Either that or in trying to grab the right half of a piece of money their competitiveness would have gone right off the deep end...)
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Your humble hostess has been doing a whole lot of what is depicted in
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missed out last year and decided that this year I would take full
advantage.
I luck...
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with writing, and reading, and life in general.
I'll be attending the annual AWP co...
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4 comments:
The Scarlet Trader
They seek him here, they seek him there, but He, mercurial in his hurtling skivvies
....striding
high there, how he rung upon the rein of a volatile wing
in his ecstasy! then off, off forth on swing,
as a skate’s heel sweeps smooth on a bow-bend: the hurl and glide in naked shorts, selling
shares he hasn't borrowed, or doesn't intend to borrow, or even phantom shares that don't exist, but hey!
who cares! It's ALMOST technically legal, the chutzpah of the thing, the arrogance, the selfish power!
in this eery aerie, frenetic stratosphere
shadow world of postponed promises, borrowed time, obscured
paperwork, nail-biting price-watching, high-tension days swirling around the decline of a company,
in shorts
it's always time for a naked swoop
-- the achieve of; the mastery of the thing!
brute beauty and valour and act, oh, air, pride, plume, seeking
here a million, there a million, a million on the air, a million million million everywhere!
I love it, Tom!
They'll always be too slow to catch up with The Scarlet Trader, what with all those devilish costume changes.
Naked short selling -- in tight pants!
Sometime during the late '60's, Abbie Hoffman and some of his cohorts went to the visitors' gallery at the NY Stock Exchange, and they emptied a paper bag full of money onto the stock exchange floor.
It was a kind of guerrilla conceptual art thing, about the value of and obsession with money.
Not sure if much of the concept penetrated the minds of the stock traders. I always thought it would have been more interesting to first tear the dollar bills in half, and drop the halves of paper money onto the trading floor.
That way, if any of the people wanted to have two halves of the same piece of money (to be able to actually spend it), they would have had to set aside their usual aggressive competitive selves, and start talking to each other and cooperating and working together. (Either that or in trying to grab the right half of a piece of money their competitiveness would have gone right off the deep end...)
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