ART AND THE BOUNCY BANKER: Letter to the Bank #31

The Bruxist Collective's take on Art and (as Alfred Jarry might put it) P'finance.

A numerically dyslexic artist (and reluctant consumer) shares his dearth of financial wisdom and resulting frustrations with his Bank Manager. Read personal letters from the elusive Art to his even more elusive Bank Manager. See a comic rendition of a Day In The Life Of The Bouncy Banker. Art struggles to make sense of the senseless as the Authorities of Finance wobble but never quite fall down. Full of hot air they float above it all! When they bounce it is with impunity! Why are there no Remorseful Bankers? Can Art and Finance ever coexist? Do you have a Blue Chip on your shoulder?

When bankers get together they talk about Art. When artists get together they talk about money. Oscar Wilde

Sunday, September 6, 2009

Letter to the Bank #31

Dear BM,

I’m kind of on a roll—so many ideas! I’ve decided that these letters I’ve been writing have a certain je ne sais quoi. I do hope I’ve spelt that right. Unlike you guys I am not a linguistic acrobat. Anyway this leads me to my next point. Despite the dearth of responses to my letters from your otherwise (I am sure) amicable self I am considering trying to “monetize” my letters, my blog. I am not quite sure how it works. You’re the financial wizard, not me! What I do know is this: If I press a certain button (in the guts of my blog) people will (I should say might) start advertising their products on The Bouncy Banker. Wouldn't that be nice! Wouldn’t it be funny if I started making money from the very financial institutions I am critiquing, gently poking fun at, lampooning, mocking, trying very hard to ridicule and shame, acting like a little David trying with his pen, his sharpened computer mouse, to bring down the Methuselahs of Finance,(they’ve all been around for ever haven't they and will be forever more so what do I think I am doing? Getting my diminutive ire off my hairless chest?), the Goliaths of Insurance, the Rasputins of the Mortgage industry (a peg or two), trying to shame or at least spotlight, shine a torch on, the immoral, unscrupulous, heartless, unthinking, soulless practices that have brought the world to its very knees. Of course I do this in the spirit of one who cannot absolve himself of his own failed responsibilities, one who saw dollars in the cracked foundations of his own home. I am not quite ready to press that button yet. Thing is this is a lot of work and it would be nice to get paid especially as the kids are in dire need of new lunch boxes. But the question remains: Is it moral to make money from a, some might say, rather angry blog? That is my problem right there: I have scruples.

Yours sincerely,

KC

PS—Maybe this letters does demonstrate a certain flair for, as I put it, linguistic acrobatics, though nothing in it is half as good as “structured investment vehicles”. That is gorgeous. I could say it again and again. In fact I think I will…

PPs—I just really liked these pictures of Methuselah Trees. I'd never heard of them before but are they not striking? Striking is good, right?