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In Campagna<\/strong><\/p>\n (Tor Vergata, Saturday 8 am<\/em>)<\/p>\n Timetables abated till Monday morning, The odd bird, taking a rest from north, Randomness makes music all its own, <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Martin Bennett<\/strong> lives in Rome where he teaches and proofreads at the University while contributing occasional articles to ‘Wanted in Rome’. his poems have appeared in Agenda, Stand , Poetry Ireland Review<\/em> and elsewhere. He was 2015 Winner of the John Dryden translation prize.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" In Campagna (Tor Vergata, Saturday 8 am) Timetables abated till Monday morning, exegeses and formulae on hold, the Faculty celebrates as best it knows its air-conditioning. Via vents, flues, windows which someone forgot to close, thrums a rhapsody to Nothing Doing. The odd bird, taking a rest from north, east or west, […]<\/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-12004","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12004","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=12004"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12004\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":12006,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12004\/revisions\/12006"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=12004"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=12004"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=12004"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nexegeses and formulae on hold,
\nthe Faculty celebrates as best it knows
\nits air-conditioning. Via vents, flues,
\nwindows which someone forgot to close,
\nthrums a rhapsody to Nothing Doing.<\/p>\n
\neast or west, the pecky triangulations
\nbetween, throws in its penny-whistle’s worth,
\nprimordial tweets that predate clown
\nand emperor, high-pitched whirrs, castanets,
\na caw-cra-caw karaokeying Tom Waits.<\/p>\n
\ncomplete with poppy-strewn sensurround,
\npine-trees’ verdant black, the dance of pollen.
\nSun as baton, now starts up an early insect –
\nheat’s cellist creaking it ever higher,
\ntesting acoustics for noon’s f\u00eate champ\u00eatre.<\/p>\n