Leave Me Alone

In this debut full-length collection, Harry Reid takes us through the doors of the office to tour its funny, absurd, and at times terrifying, discontents. With sharp eyes and sharp teeth, Reid appropriates and dissembles corporate spaces and corporate language to create a biting portrait, and a subversive poetics, of work and labour in the twenty-first century.

‘This is a book for receptionists, personal assistants, facilities coordinators, venue managers, customer service officers. Poetry is a dinky little thing, often done alone or ad-hoc (pro-rata…). But the issue is never work, it’s always money.’ — Harry Reid

‘These poems unfold as a manual of tart and wily response to dire late capitalism. Here, all the office’s materials are flipped and made to appear in their full uncanniness. This is not the door to the reception; it’s the door to the sly-grog palace of language inside our minds.’ — Melinda Bufton