A collection of poetry for your reading pleasure
I am making a list of all things unlisted,
A record of all things left out,
My archive will be of such perfect completion,
That nothing will then be in doubt.
My work may be noble, but progress is hard,
Each time that I act, I’m resisted,
For as soon as a newly found item is entered,
It loses its status, ‘unlisted’.
Each entry I make I then have to delete,
My list is a blank page negation,
A catalogue made up of what it is not,
Like hunger appeased by starvation.
All items deleted are once more unlisted,
And forever located elsewhere,
The realm of excluded is strangely elusive,
Like mapping the contours of air.
So far, I’ve identified forty such things,
(An oddly assorted farrago,)
But setting them down simply cannot be done,
For such is their audit embargo.
I am caught in a difficult logical loop,
With experts I need to consult,
But at least all my labours thus far are transparent,
Overleaf, I reveal the result.
A List of All Things Unlisted
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This book is for those who think that reading has got nothing to do with entertainment. It is short enough not to be threatening, but varied and accessible enough to engage the most reluctant of readers. An ideal introduction to reading for pleasure.
About the Author
Since qualifying as a Religious Studies teacher in 1989, Nigel Tetley has worked in a number of different schools, spanning middle and secondary age groups in both the State and Independent sectors. At the beginning of his career he also spent a year in Greece teaching English.
Full details of all his writing projects can be found on his website.
I am in love with the English language. I love everything about it. I love its grammatical simplicity, its rhythm, its effortless fluidity, the contours of its topography, its rich palette of colours, the way it actually feels in the mouth when you’re speaking it. I even love its alphabet. This love affair started when I was a child.