Saturday, April 16, 2011
sea, bankers, parrots
Watching the sea and doubtless thinking about the fish in it.
People dislike bankers, I think to myself, because they know how to breed money and how to make it breed more. Bankers are money farmers. And blow bubbles out of money. But the world needs to borrow money. And to blow bubbles. And so it need bankers, and bankers need to breed money and to blow bubbles in order to remain bankers.
The tulip bulbs which I planted back in the autumn have turned out to be parrot tulips, multi-coloured (the petals are bright red inside, but a grayish green, brightening to yellow outside, fierce looking and tattered) and just now opening as though for battle. Florists tend to call them parrots for short. They sit in a pot on a table in the garden, clearly demonstrating, what when I planted them, I thought, despite what my head told me, an unlikely outcome.