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"Nowadays, you can't turn on the TV without some talking head telling you about the economy. Yet, in a world overrun by 'analysts,' only one man has the guts, the brains, and, quite frankly, the poetry to put it all in perspective.That man is Michael Silverstein... Silverstein is a true intellectual." — Gersh Kuntzman, The New York Post
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Stumbling financial markets have all sorts of unpleasant implications for people preparing for retirement, saving for their children’s education, or simply trying to put together a personal nest egg. But for many financial planners, advisors, and securities sellers, the implications are even more dire. When the sizzle disappears from markets, there goes the commish. I attempt to capture this primal fear in a poem called "What I Most Dread, Dear Client," part of my Songs of Wall Street collection. This poem is structured like Christina Rossetti’s "When I Am Dead, My Dearest" a very beautiful work from a much under-appreciated poet. Like Emily Dickinson, Christina Rossetti never left home and became a near recluse, while her brother Dante Gabriel Rossetti went out into the world and garnered most of the praise. It seems life is no fairer to good poets than to good financial advisors. And with that in mind... What I Most Dread, Dear ClientWhat I most dread, dear client, I shan’t then get commissions, ********** |
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