WH Auden at the writers festival

Lay your sleeping head, my love,
Human on my faithless arm;
Time and fevers burn away
Individual beauty from
Thoughtful children, and the grave
Proves the child ephemeral:
But in my arms till break of day
Let the living creature lie,
Mortal, guility, but to me
The entirely beautiful.
i loved dave eggers’ and jm coetzee’s appearances, but the WH Auden poetry reading session would have to [...]

welcome to the public sector?

i got to work this morning at 7am to open up the library for a tradesperson…who didn’t f*&$ing turn up. 6 emails to three different people and two unreturned phone calls, i am still waiting for the assets department to ‘get back to me’ about something which I actually cant remember is now cause it was [...]