Poem: Late At Night, Memories and Thoughts and Two Poets I Love
I remember you
the things I let you do
to me, in class
not I, you said, never I,
he or she or even it
but don’t make it about you
and Sylvia Plath, oh God not her
don’t ever mention her
or Anne bloody Sexton, her too
but I’m a man I said so
is Lowell okay for you?
and now I say fuck you
fuck you, fuck you with your hair
when I had that much
I did much more with it than you
you dress like an academic
you talk like an academic
you must be an academic
08004082680 silent calls
Silent calls are an offence and upset to most people’s ears, including my own. They’re only punishable by fines in the UK if the number of silent calls made by a company reaches three per cent of its total call volume. 08004082680 is the latest number to be calling our home, for several days now and sometimes as often as every half hour, from 8am all the way through to mid- to late-evening.
It turns out there’s no point complaining to our phone service provider, BT, which is what the supposedly regulatory body OFCOM (in truth, as limp as a well-weathered lettuce) recommends you do in the first instance. Why? Because BT is one of a number of high-profile, big business clients of 2Touch, the offending company. It’s like finding out the Food Standards Agency to which you complain about a rancid restaurant meal is run by the chef who cooked up your dose of food poisoning.
tags: 2Touch, automated diallers, BT, BT Group, creative writing, disconnects, nuisance calls, Ofcom, phones, silent calls, Telephone, UK, United Kingdom, writing
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