tonight, i will be attending a very upscale work event at the new york stock exchange.what merited such an honor, you ask? i think it has to do in part with the fantastic job i'm doing, and in part because no one wants to go and poets&writers needs to have a rep there. :(
merrill lynch is hosting a poetry slam. what the fraggity frick, you ask? well, they say a retired soccer player will also be attending as a special guest. and there's a silent auction. and desserts. and now it makes sense.
merrill lynch and poetry? to be honest, i'm not entirely sure what merrill lynch does, but i'm sure it has nothing or at least very little to do with auden or ashbery or anaphora or alliteration. so what miracle could have caused such great shift in the alignment of our universe? has atlas shrugged? maybe obama? or perhaps there is no other explanation but that the eyes of the business world have lighted upon literature and poetry, and have recognized their importance in nourishing the spirit of our society, beautifying our darkest defects, and giving voice to our highest aspirations. oh frabjous day, callooh callay! writers and suit-clad workers of the world unite!
at least there's an open bar. i am going to gorge myself on olives.
UPDATE: the event was SOOOOOOOOOOOO GREAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! it started out on the trading floor, and we got to look at all the screens and keyboards and buttons and glowing scrolling numbers while drinking and eating brie and little thingies of ahi tuna and filet mignon and brioche. it was tres cool. sara and i wanted to take a picture looking up at the screens and screaming, like in the newspapers, but there was no photography allowed. still, lots of fun. also, kids reading poetry = mega cute.
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