Ross Clark is an Australian poet.
Father of a friend.
He haunts my mind with images and a sense of loss.
We will probably never meet yet I know him.
For, from different causes, I saw myself when reading his words;
“The big men proclaim ‘black dog’ and
we all know what they mean, but my landlord
does not permit me pets”
Perhaps, one day, I will find the skill to create happily although I may be running out of days. I no longer have half a century to write the Australian masterpiece.
I shall continue to write my follies under the gaze of that dread black dog. It is a comfortably unproductive life at the moment as he is off chasing other prey. Frustrating, though. I have ideas, feelings, urges, yet need the return of that vicious hound to help me sort the syllables.
For the moment, my staid self-censoring landlord will not permit me my necessary pets.
I do not even have my well-thumbed Omah Khayyam with me.
And many a Knot unravel’d by the Road;
But not the Master-knot of Human Fate.
Q: What is the one thing Wall St and the Olympics have in common?
A: Synchronised diving
Q: What is the difference between a pigeon and a merchant banker?
A: A pigeon can still put a deposit on a Ferrari
I went to buy a toaster and it came with a bank.
Q: What do you say to a hedge fund manager who can’t short-sell anything?
A: Quarter pounder with fries please
Q: How many commodities traders does it take to change a light bulb?
A: None, they don’t change bulbs; but the trading price of darkness plummets due to oversupply
Entries from a new financial dictionary:
Broker: What my stock adviser has made me
Standard & poor: Your life in a nutshell
Cash flow: The movement your money makes as it disappears down the toilet.
‘I’m terribly sorry that the collateral debt obligations that were securitised as part of our ongoing risk amelioration programme have resulted in a capitalisation issue that affects our Human Resources capacity’
Translation, ‘You’re fired’.”
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