Erstwhile poet laureate Andrew Motion has written an ode to moving house for the June edition of Completely London, the magazine of estate agent Kinleigh Folkard & Hayward.
This is probably a natural development for a sector whose poetic licence with property descriptions brought about a change in the law on house selling, and the homage to the moving experience should have come easily to a man of letters who once paid tribute to England’s Rugby World Cup victory.
That said, it is interesting to note that some of our arguably greater poets who worked in the financial services sector rather than the less exalted world of estate agency were never inspired to write about the business that kept the wolves from their doors.
Chatroom is thinking here of TS Eliot who worked for Lloyds Bank – although his lines ’I grow old, I grow old, I shall wear my trousers rolled’ inThe Love Song of J Arthur Prufrock may be wry reference to a retired banker – and Roy Fuller who was a branch manager for Woolwich.
That’s not to say that dramatists are averse to writing about financial affairs. Enron is currently the subject of a London play, and going back a little further in time few could disagree with George Bernard Shaw’s assertion that if all the economists in the world were laid end to end they still wouldn’t reach a conclusion.