Poetry

Us

after Pablo Neruda

A difficult time
for twos,
when the number
is many.

Our four hands
cannot clasp
to form one circle.

Our four eyes
cannot lock
space between us.

Instead, we must
reach sideways
with our four hands

to grasp
who we can,
to form a circle
so large

its curvature
cannot be seen
by just one of us.

We can only trust
it will bring us
to completion.

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Poetry

A scene created from bits

A scene created from bits:
the slant of one blade of grass
pulsing with van Gogh’s eye;

the shadow of a gum tree
passing through textured strokes
of wind and hooves towards

your ghost, walking the line
of the old wooden fence―what is
perpendicular or parallel ever

in the leaning years? The fence
holds shape in memory only;
the order we overlay.

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Poetry

Lucky are the forgotten

Lucky are the forgotten, they live on
in violet and jasmine. Until death
the sun is always setting, never gone
from the sky; the golden light through
a high window, always on the wall.

The forgotten sip daily from a cup
dipped once in an alpine stream;
they transverse tussock and rock
to find one small flower to press
like the ancients into a book.

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Poetry

Charles Bukowski talking to my wife in bed

“We’re much better at that than when we started.”

“Isn’t that true of anything?

“Not running, we’re worse at that.”

“I’d rather get better at what we just did, than running.”

“People who run all the time are stupid.
They’ve no creativity, not like poets.”

“Is that right?”

“All those runners, bench pressers,
body combaters, jazz-a-sizers,
they probably think they’re the only ones
any good at it—
but they’re wrong.”

“You know you’re narrowing
your audience.”

“Well, they were never going to open up
to this page anyway, so no loss
—but I have to see them
in public
running, riding their bicycles
in expensive fluro shirts;
I have to see
their dumb faces
walking down the street after 3 hours
at the gym,
so
I should be able to say
in my own poem
hardly anyone
will read, that poets
do it best.”

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Northern Advocate Column

Covid-19 and the contagion of cheap credit infecting the global economy

@rwang0-Coronavirus

Reading stories about the spread of Covid-19, it’s the contagion that might infect the economy that’s worrying many.

The virus is bad from a world health perspective, but the actions to be taken are relatively straight forward. What governments should or can do about the economic impact is less certain.

Donald Trump, attempting to give leadership, told us there’s no problem and even suggested buying stock in the share market. The Dow Jones promptly fell.

Such misguided optimism obviously doesn’t square with reality. Clearly there’s an economic impact when multitudes of Chinese factories are shut down, supply lines disrupted, and planes grounded. New Zealand’s Finance Minister, Grant Robertson, has said there will be a “serious impact on the New Zealand economy in the short term.”

What New Zealand’s government will be doing, like others around the world, will be considering what action they can take to keep the economy growing. Government stimulus spending is being talked about. Tax cuts will be considered.

But no government wants to act too heavy-handed, because that could exasperate nervousness. People might conclude that things must be dire if the government’s dropping this amount of stimulus. Therefore I should pull back spending, cancel my weekend away, put off hiring another staff member.

Economic uncertainty and contraction is not unlike a virus, it can spread from household to business, from farm to tractor importer, from tourism to the retail sector. All this is well known, which is why business owners, global investors, and politicians who want to be re-elected will be quietly worried.

If the economy goes south for a sustained period, we’re in recession territory. Officially that’s when GDP, the measure of all economic activity, decreases for two quarters or six months.

If a recession on a global scale were to occur, some might attribute it to Covid-19. But that would be a narrow and misleading view to take. It would be like saying the spark from a farmer’s chainsaw was the cause of a devastating wildfire. Might not the fire be better explained by acknowledging the severe drought and amount of dry flammable material about?

In the case of the economy, the bigger problem, and likely cause of any recession, will be the record amount of global debt. At last count, a cool $257 trillion in US dollars. Three times the size of the world’s total economic output in 2019. New Zealand’s private debt is also at record levels, approaching 500 billion dollars. 156% of GDP. A Mount Cook sized debt compared to China’s Everest of debt: 40 trillion US dollars and 300% of GDP.

Since the 2008 Financial Crisis, banks and governments worldwide have conspired to keep interest rates low and encourage consumers and businesses to borrow. Cheap credit might look good in the short-term, but you’re still taking a punt with your ability to pay it back in the future. Bound by the agreement you’ve entered into with a bank, servicing debt becomes the first thing you must do with any money you have. That leaves less to spend on consumer items, from i-phones to coffees, if income becomes constrained. For a business, if you haven’t got enough cash coming in to service debt, then you’re going to struggle to stay in business.

The global debt mountain now looks like a massive problem. The credit which has been used to stimulate growth is now the thing that could constrain growth. A situation that smart economists have been warning about for years. The global economy is a parched landscape strung out on debt. Making the recession risk “high.”

There’s another question to ask though: why, with all the cheap credit, has the real economy (minus the boom in house prices and other asset stocks) been so sluggish over the last decade? My bet is that the global economy is coming up against the limits of what this finite planet called Earth can sustain. Record debt is a symptom of something much bigger unfolding.

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Poetry

Pruning the neighbour’s feijoa trees

Ancient branches twist and snarl, under attack
from shining shears, inflicting scratches

on the forearms of their attacker, pushing him
madly beyond the fence line, dangerously high

on his unsteady ladder; closer now to distant Helios,
his cap-helmeted head above the common melee

like tall Achilles, who in the heat of dusty battle
may also have snapped branches with his bare hands.

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