Tender alerts: poem 3
The Department of Rural Dev and Land Reform
Want someone to watch them, to check them, to fawn
To pursue them, to view them, to check that they are
Of high quality, meeting some internal bar
But not like for limbo and not where you drink
A standard, you ‘stand? In their monthly lip sync,
They’ll be scored for performance, for flair, preparation –
Some guru will mark them on smart presentation.
The truth is this all may be slightly more dry
They will pay for an audit. Again, not their guy.
But how can I help you? All these people with tenders?
With needs in your eyes, services all unrendered
Like maidens bereft sending specifications
Your coy hopes expressed through inert invitations…
And sometimes, you ask for what just cannot be.
You’ve invited a bid for a crazy melee:
For Provision of the SITA Micro Organisation Placement & Migration Management Service
You shock me so badly it makes me quite nervous.
The service provider must migrate employees
To a new micro structure. I cannot appease
Such a cruel organisation. I give you my leave.
Showing posts with label Eva Jackson. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Eva Jackson. Show all posts
Sunday, January 20, 2019
Sunday, January 6, 2019
Eva Jackson: 0117
Tender alerts: poem 2
The SETA that is boss of all the safety and security
Would like someone to monitor their grants they give to somebody.
Another university – what’s going on! – is frontin’
They need support that will assess their ICT, you bumpkin.
You can’t do it, they can’t do it, you should please just not apply
They don’t need an application from a luddite, not their guy.
I could go on, it’s lengthy. While they say they need a SWOT
They don’t mean an academic, no. At this you have no shot.
Waste water treatment, Laingville. And PPECB
Which sounds like rude-ish noises from a cherubic baby
(But probably prestigious, and I show naivete)
Are saying, that they also, yes they need the ICT!
No – they need someone who’ll tell them how to ask for ICT.
Seriously.
The SETA that is boss of all the safety and security
Would like someone to monitor their grants they give to somebody.
Another university – what’s going on! – is frontin’
They need support that will assess their ICT, you bumpkin.
You can’t do it, they can’t do it, you should please just not apply
They don’t need an application from a luddite, not their guy.
I could go on, it’s lengthy. While they say they need a SWOT
They don’t mean an academic, no. At this you have no shot.
Waste water treatment, Laingville. And PPECB
Which sounds like rude-ish noises from a cherubic baby
(But probably prestigious, and I show naivete)
Are saying, that they also, yes they need the ICT!
No – they need someone who’ll tell them how to ask for ICT.
Seriously.
Saturday, December 8, 2018
Eva Jackson: 0116
Tender alerts: poem 1
Train 100 NGOs on wholesale and retailing
(Improbable? Non-profits must have much to do with trading).
NM University’s new arm that brings in money
Are doing literally everything, want expert panel, sonny.
They used to just get funded in some much more passive way
But now they’re doing skills dev, training, property, for pay.
That means they’re also part of a ginormous industry
That’s generating income for all kinds of entities
That used to get their moneys through a rather different wheeze.
I’m talking, yes I’m talking, all about the BEEs.
Quotations are invited for a signal-ish converter
The oldest thatch in Stilbaai needs replacing with a nuut-er
I didn’t make it up, the last one really is a thing
That’s what they said and publicised, an unexpected ping.
The Sharks Board on the east coast want someone to train small business
That’s exactly what I’m looking for so copy, paste, and witness.
Train 100 NGOs on wholesale and retailing
(Improbable? Non-profits must have much to do with trading).
NM University’s new arm that brings in money
Are doing literally everything, want expert panel, sonny.
They used to just get funded in some much more passive way
But now they’re doing skills dev, training, property, for pay.
That means they’re also part of a ginormous industry
That’s generating income for all kinds of entities
That used to get their moneys through a rather different wheeze.
I’m talking, yes I’m talking, all about the BEEs.
Quotations are invited for a signal-ish converter
The oldest thatch in Stilbaai needs replacing with a nuut-er
I didn’t make it up, the last one really is a thing
That’s what they said and publicised, an unexpected ping.
The Sharks Board on the east coast want someone to train small business
That’s exactly what I’m looking for so copy, paste, and witness.
Sunday, May 6, 2018
Sunday, June 18, 2017
Sunday, June 4, 2017
Sunday, May 21, 2017
Sunday, May 7, 2017
Eva Jackson: 0111
Home Square
I am in a box
Pitching to left and right between the parking and the garden
Sounds carry through of an engine
Much more powerful than mine and I mime it:
Big fat man behind the wheel
Shouldering other passengers in traffic
Someone’s baby is yawping, crying
Like a Loerie who lived by the house I've just left.
I am in a box
Pitching to left and right between the parking and the garden
Sounds carry through of an engine
Much more powerful than mine and I mime it:
Big fat man behind the wheel
Shouldering other passengers in traffic
Someone’s baby is yawping, crying
Like a Loerie who lived by the house I've just left.
Sunday, April 23, 2017
Eva Jackson: 0110
Dream
I’m going to an ice rink. Walk in the doors and change near a slightly run down display. I have long red hair and a black fake fur jacket, and a short white skirt. I’m shorter than usual. Something stops me initially from getting onto the ice and I walk on the fringes with my skates on. No hiring, I had them with me. Then I’m on the ice and realise I have no fear of speed, that when I go powerfully fast I remember an assurance and brilliance from some other life. I purposely head towards and scale walls with the lightness and strong momentum, I reach out for greater speed, I made rapid turns and stretch across the ice, and it’s not like figure skating or any skating, it’s just access to pure and perfect speed and control without control. I keep losing my phone, my phone is clearly important to me. I’m recording myself singing in between rushes of skating, and at times the battery falls out and the phone skips onto the ice and I chase it, digging it up with my fingernails because here, it could go through the ice and be lost forever.
I’m going to an ice rink. Walk in the doors and change near a slightly run down display. I have long red hair and a black fake fur jacket, and a short white skirt. I’m shorter than usual. Something stops me initially from getting onto the ice and I walk on the fringes with my skates on. No hiring, I had them with me. Then I’m on the ice and realise I have no fear of speed, that when I go powerfully fast I remember an assurance and brilliance from some other life. I purposely head towards and scale walls with the lightness and strong momentum, I reach out for greater speed, I made rapid turns and stretch across the ice, and it’s not like figure skating or any skating, it’s just access to pure and perfect speed and control without control. I keep losing my phone, my phone is clearly important to me. I’m recording myself singing in between rushes of skating, and at times the battery falls out and the phone skips onto the ice and I chase it, digging it up with my fingernails because here, it could go through the ice and be lost forever.
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