Hinrich, Carrol, Nathan -- thank you for your interesting comments. On Tue, Jul 28, 2015 at 12:46 PM, Hinrich Kuhls <[email protected]> wrote:
> Michael Perelman wrote: > > > Now that economists have, for the most part relegated John Maynard > Keynes to > > the dustbin of history, [...] > > +++ > > "I am not a fair weather sailor, I am going to be here for the course, I am > going to represent through thick and thin. In essence, I am very much > enjoying > being a back bencher at the moment, because I have a lot more room for > maneuver > and speaking the truth without having to worry about phrasing the truth in > diplomatic terms." (Yanis Varoufakis, 14 July 2015) > > "The worst thing a captain could do while he is steering a ship during a > storm, > as difficult as it is, would be to abandon the helm." (Alexis Tsipras, 14 > July > 2015) > > +++ > > I dedicate the following copy of a ballad by the anglophile Prussian poet > Theodor Fontane to Professor Zarembka, Buffalo. > > Why? The reason is obvious: > "If there is rescue, it comes only this way. > Rescue: The shore of Buffalo!" > > > John Maynard > by Theodor Fontane > Translated by Jochen Schmidtke > http://johnmaynard.net/Poem.html > > John Maynard! > " Who is John Maynard?" > " John Maynard was our helmsman, > he held out, until we reached the shore; > he saved us, his is the crown, > he died for us, our love be his reward. > John Maynard!" -- > > The "Swallow" flies over Lake Erie, > spray foams around the bow > like flakes of snow, > from Detroit she flies to Buffalo; > and the hearts are free and glad, > and the passengers with children and wives > already they see the shore in the dusk, > and chatting all folks to John Maynard comes: > " How far is it still, helmsman?" > He looks ahead and looks around: > " Still thirty minutes...half an hour." > > All hearts are glad, all hearts are free -- > there it sounds from the cargo room like a cry; > " Fire!" was it, that one could hear, > a smoke from cabin and hatch arouse, > a smoke, then flames ablaze, > and still twenty minutes to Buffalo. > > And the passengers, a mixed crowd, > stay huddled together on the foreship, > on the foreship there is still air and light, > but on the helm it hovers tight, > and a whining arises: "Where are we? Where?" > And still fifteen minutes to Buffalo. > > The draft becomes stronger, > but the smoke cloud stays, > the captain to the steer wheel peers, > he cannot see his helmsman anymore, > but through the megaphone he asks: > " Still there, John Maynard?" > " Yes, master, I am." > " Onto the shore! Into the surf!" > " I hold onto it." > And the crowd aboard cheers: "Keep on! Hello!" > And still ten minutes to Buffalo. > > "Still there, John Maynard?" And answer comes > with dying voice: "Yes, master, I keep on!" > And into the surf, the reefs, the rocks, > he slams the "Swallow" amid; > if there is rescue, it comes only this way. > Rescue: The shore of Buffalo. > > The ship is broken. The fire smoldered. > Saved all. -- But one is missing! -- > > All bells are ringing; their sounds rising > to heaven from churches and chapels, > apart of that the town is silent, > one duty only it has today: > Ten thousands follow or more, > and no eye in the crowd without tears. > > They lower the coffin into flowers, > and with flowers they fill the grave, > and with golden letters into the marble stone > the town writes its words of thanks: > > "Here rests John Maynard. In smoke and fire > he kept the helm firm in his hand, > he saved us, his is the crown, > he died for us, our love be his reward. > > John Maynard." > _______________________________________________ > pen-l mailing list > [email protected] > https://lists.csuchico.edu/mailman/listinfo/pen-l > -- Michael Perelman Economics Department California State University Chico, CA 95929 530 898 5321 fax 530 898 5901 http://michaelperelman.wordpress.com
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