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Noise<\/strong><\/p>\n Is in-betweenness a curse or calling? <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n This Summer and That Summer<\/em> (Bloomsbury) is Sanjeev Sethi<\/strong>\u2019s latest book of poems. His work includes, Nine Summers Later<\/em> and Suddenly For Someone<\/em>. His poems have found a home in The London Magazine, The Fortnightly Review, Allegro Poetry Magazine, Solstice Literary Magazine, Off the Coast Literary Journal, Synesthesia Literary Journal, Oddball Magazine, Hamilton Stone Review, Otoliths<\/em>, and elsewhere. He lives in Mumbai, India.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Noise Is in-betweenness a curse or calling? This is my shelter. Acceptance alters the map, boundaries erupt, erase just like that. The mind fans this fire: give me a furnace with no fan. Chasing cume they chase my misgivings.TV is home. Decibels make me deaf, it\u2019s difficult to hear myself. I find […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-10471","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10471","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=10471"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10471\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":10474,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10471\/revisions\/10474"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=10471"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=10471"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=10471"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nThis is my shelter. Acceptance alters
\nthe map, boundaries erupt, erase just
\nlike that. The mind fans this fire: give
\nme a furnace with no fan. Chasing cume
\nthey chase my misgivings.TV is home.
\nDecibels make me deaf, it\u2019s difficult
\nto hear myself. I find my calm.<\/p>\n