{"id":11674,"date":"2016-08-24T08:00:23","date_gmt":"2016-08-24T08:00:23","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ink.verticalplus.co.uk\/archive\/?p=11674"},"modified":"2016-08-01T13:24:10","modified_gmt":"2016-08-01T13:24:10","slug":"jody-porter-3","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/jody-porter-3\/","title":{"rendered":"Jody Porter"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Caf\u00e9 Auteur<br \/>\n<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>On every caf\u00e9 commute your Godard eye<br \/>\ntransmutes the mannequins of lingerie windows<br \/>\ninto beings just like us (with regrets and sorrows and loves).<\/p>\n<p>You command a New Wave brilliance for things<br \/>\nin each of your photographs. I feel terribly mortal<br \/>\nin the company of your beauty.<\/p>\n<p>A melodrama of lipstick upon a cup<br \/>\nwith a backdropped fringe of ivy spilling black and white.<br \/>\nAn unspecial bird made special mid-flight.<\/p>\n<p>You&#8217;re more artist than I will ever be.<br \/>\nWho was it by breaking made<br \/>\nyour cinematic heart?<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Jody Porter<\/strong> is poetry editor of the <a href=\"http:\/\/www.morningstaronline.co.uk\/\" target=\"_blank\"><em>Morning Star<\/em><\/a>. His work has appeared in <em>Magma, Best British Poetry<\/em> and elsewhere. Originally from Essex, he now lives in London where he runs events at the Stoke Newington Literary Festival. This is his website:<a href=\"http:\/\/alldeciduousthings.tumblr.com\/\" target=\"_blank\"> http:\/\/alldeciduousthings.tumblr.com\/<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Caf\u00e9 Auteur On every caf\u00e9 commute your Godard eye transmutes the mannequins of lingerie windows into beings just like us (with regrets and sorrows and loves). You command a New Wave brilliance for things in each of your photographs. I feel terribly mortal in the company of your beauty. A melodrama of [&hellip;]<\/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-11674","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11674","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=11674"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11674\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":11678,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11674\/revisions\/11678"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=11674"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=11674"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=11674"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}