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18.11.2008
Quoth the Budget Director, "Nevermore." (Updated)


Word has it that Congressional Budget Office director Peter Orszag will be joining the Obama Administration as its budget director. This has potentially major implications for the future of Obama's agenda, for reasons I will explain tomorrow when I have the benefit of some more sleep. For now, though, I'd like to focus on a far less weighty, but no less intriguing, issue: What Orszag's move would mean for the literary quality of future Obama administration policy reports.

Yes, that's right--literary quality. You see, one of Orszag's lesser known accomplishments is the inclusion of actual poetry in a CBO report, quite possibly for the first time ever.

Anybody who has ever curled up with a CBO report on, say, the long-term budgetary impications of Defense Department procurement reform can appreciate the enormity of this breakthrough. Graphs, charts, figures, economic citations--CBO reports have plenty of those. But lines of poetry? Uh uh.

And yet there, on page 34 of a July report on infrastructure spending, were a few lines of verse, buried in a footnote explaining a new method for calculating asset depreciation:

The longer a capital asset is assumed to last, the lower the depreciation cost that would be included in the budget in any given year. Besides the assumed lifetimes, the depreciation schedules for such assets would also reflect assumptions about how quickly or gradually the assets’ performance declined over time. The extreme case would be what economists have sometimes called "one-hoss shay" performance. The phrase derives from Oliver Wendell Holmes’s poem "The Deacon’s Masterpiece or, the Wonderful ‘One-hoss Shay,’" which depicts a vehicle that worked perfectly throughout its lifetime but then "went to pieces all at once,/ All at once, and nothing first,/ Just as bubbles do when they burst."

To be clear, this was no accidental outbreak of whimsy. The reference had a complicated backstory, which Orszag explained on his blog:

attentive readers will note that in what I believe to be a first for CBO, the testimony includes a few lines of poetry (see footnote 47). These lines appear in response to a comment from David Brooks of the New York Times at a public forum that CBO reports don’t have enough “romance” in them; when I asked him what he possibly meant by that comment, he suggested that CBO documents could include some poetry. Footnote 47 was the best we could do for now.

Orszag's appointment is not yet official. But OMB staffers may want to brush up on their Poe and Whitman, just to be safe. 

Update: In the feedback section, reader ironyroad suggests an Auden passage that's relevant to the budget debate. Any others? Winner gets a one-year subscription to the CBO online listserv.

--Jonathan Cohn 

Posted: Tuesday, November 18, 2008 11:31 PM with 11 comment(s)

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ironyroad said:

This could be a useful future quote, from W.H. Auden:

Fantastic grow the evening gowns. / Agents of the Fisc pursue / Absconding tax defaulters through / The sewers of provincial towns.

November 19, 2008 1:21 AM

Rhubarbs said:

Everyone should brush up on their Whitman, just to be safe. He's the psalmist of the American civil religion.

November 19, 2008 8:26 AM

icarusr said:

In anticipation of a new Depression and a new War on Poverty (apologies for the serious and rather maudlin tone), and why Obama was necessary:

It is the world's one crime its babes grow dull, / Its poor are ox-like, limp and leaden-eyed.

Not that they starve, but starve so dreamlessly; / Not that they sow, but that they seldom reap ...

Vachel Lindsay

Rhubs: with all due respect, recitations of Whitman should be banned until the ship of state has safely arrived in 2016 with its captain alive and standing.

November 19, 2008 9:06 AM

epicciuto said:

Re: toxic assets, or perhaps bridges to nowhere, we have Elizabeth Bishop: "The art of losing isn't hard to master; / so many things seem filled with the intent / to be lost that their loss is no disaster."

And from Langston Hughes: "You say I O.K.ed / LONG DISTANCE? / O.K.ed it when? / My goodness, / Central / That was then!"

November 19, 2008 9:39 AM

JackR said:

The latest from Hank Paulson:

Whose banks these are I think I know.

They live across the country, though.

They all will see us sending help

To watch their vaults fill up with dough.

posthumous apologies to Robert Frost

November 19, 2008 9:47 AM

Nippers said:

I actually know my American bards better than my Greek ones, but I happened recently to read The Libation Bearers by Aeschylus in the Robert Fagles translation. These lines struck me as a fitting epigraph--or epitaph--for the Bush era:

And the ancient pride no war,

no storm, no force could tame,

ringing in all men's ears, in all men's hearts is gone.

They are afraid. Success,

they bow to success, more god than god himself.

But Justice waits and turns the scales . . .

November 19, 2008 10:00 AM

Nippers said:

Another submission, from Whitman, poem 42, Song of Myself:

Here and there with dimes on the eyes walking,

To feed the greed of the belly the brains liberally spooning,

Tickets buying, taking, selling, but in to the feast never once going,

Many sweating, ploughing, thrashing, and the the chaff for payment receiving,

A few idly owning, and they the wheat continually claiming.

November 19, 2008 10:10 AM

mghogwild said:

In the words of the large kid who tried to take my lunch in junior high:

"Don't hide it, divide it."

November 19, 2008 10:28 AM

Rhubarbs said:

O I see flashing that this America is only you and me,

Its power, weapons, testimony, are you and me,

Its crimes, lies, thefts, defections, are you and me,

Its Congress is you and me, the officers, capitols, armies, ships, are you and me,

Its endless gestation of new States are you and me,

The war (that war so bloody and grim, the war I will henceforth forget), was you and me,

Natural and artificial are you and me,

Freedom, language, poems, employments, are you and me,

Past, present, future, are you and me.

I dare not shirk any part of myself,

Not any part of America good or bad,

Not to build for that which builds for mankind,

Not to balance ranks, complexions, creeds, and the sexes,

Not to justify science nor the march of equality,

Nor to feed the arrogant blood of the brawn beloved of time.

I am for those that have never been mastered,

For men and women whose tempers have never been mastered,

For those whom laws, theories, conventions, can never master.

I am for those who walk abreast with the whole earth,

Who inaugurate one to inaugurate all.

-- "By Blue Ontario's Shore," #17

November 19, 2008 11:14 AM

Rhubarbs said:

Oh, and as to the contest, this opening line from Whitman's "To Rich Givers" should probably be the motto of the entire federal budget process:

"What you give me I cheerfully accept."

November 19, 2008 11:24 AM

Nippers said:

Rhubarbs wins with "By Blue Ontario's Shore," #17. I'm going to read the whole poem now, so thanks. And enjoy your subscription.

November 19, 2008 12:01 PM