Poets and Rocket Scientists
They call it the crossing over through the mist
Of a poet like me into a rocket scientist
A philosopher into a lover of detail
Abstract thought into numerical Braille
They tell me that my intuition is not enough
That the sustainability of my
core-competency is much too rough
That it will not suffice to know how the CAPM goes
You need to derive the risk-premium and what else, who knows?
Why don’t they get it,
that there is more to Blackscholes than just an equation.
That there is more to a sample than a standard deviation
That numbers can fairly be described in words,
See 33 is still always thirty-third.
Anyway I don’t think there needs to be a war.
Complementary alliances are what are called for
Economies of scope that push
the imagination to its brink
Imagine the world when a poet and a rocket scientist get together and think.