Every Farthing Press is a small publishing company dedicated to providing a counterforce to the prevailing demonization of minor attracted persons. The name of the organization is taken from “Lullaby,” a poem by W.H. Auden. This is a poem of four verses. The first and most of the third verse are provided below:
Lay your sleeping head, my love,
Human on my faithless arm;
Time and fevers burn away
Individual beauty from
Thoughtful children, and the grave
Proves the child ephemeral:
But in my arms till break of day
Let the living creature lie,
Mortal, guilty, but to me
The entirely beautiful.
...And fashionable madmen raise
Their pedantic boring cry:
Every farthing of the cost,
All the dreaded cards foretell,
Shall be paid, but from this night
Not a whisper, not a thought,
Not a kiss nor look be lost.
The cry of the fashionable madmen has become shriller and more insistent than when Auden wrote this poem in 1937. Indeed, it seems that we live in a lunatic asylum with the most mad of all in the highest positions of authority. It becomes difficult to believe that beneath all the distortions caused by a harsh and violent environment, the human soul remains in its essence a thing of beauty. Yet we at Every Farthing believe this to be the case. We are more concerned with exposing that beauty than with dwelling on the ugliness within which it is imprisoned. Again, to quote Auden,
“In the prison of his days
Teach the free man how to praise”
These are the words on his grave marker.