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The new moon begins / a new chapter of our nights


Dusk closes in on Geilston Bay. East Derwent Highway, looking north. April 2011.

I know that it's clichéd right now to give 'em a kick, but the majority of public servants really do seem to have no clue about where their level of workplace entitlements and conditions sit in relation to the rest of the world...

Please note that I say this - for the moment - as a public servant myself.

Evening Love Song, Rainer Maria Rilke

Ornamental clouds
compose an evening love song;
a road leaves evasively.
The new moon begins

a new chapter of our nights,
of those frail nights
we stretch out and which mingle
with these black horizontals.
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Kris McCracken said…
No love for Rilke?
9 April 2011 at 19:19
Roddy said…
I have to agree with you. They sit in their Ivory towers handing out pieces of paper that we on the coal face have to interpret and make work.
It takes real intelligence to master the art of deciphering polit double speak that most public servants use.
10 April 2011 at 00:40
Kris McCracken said…
It doesn't. It really doesn't.

Most of the time they are not saying anything at all.
12 April 2011 at 08:43
Roddy said…
That is the trick! To actually be able to interpret whether or not something was said.
12 April 2011 at 12:47
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