{"id":12281,"date":"2016-12-19T08:00:14","date_gmt":"2016-12-19T08:00:14","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ink.verticalplus.co.uk\/archive\/?p=12281"},"modified":"2016-10-19T13:36:22","modified_gmt":"2016-10-19T13:36:22","slug":"12281","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/12281\/","title":{"rendered":"David Roberts"},"content":{"rendered":"

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#3 (In Watermelon Sugar)<\/del><\/strong><\/p>\n

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When the tigers were in bloom, the tigers helped me<\/p>\n

with my arithmetic. I threw it away, so<\/p>\n

not even time<\/p>\n

could find it, and drank<\/p>\n

whisky<\/p>\n

made from forgotten things. That\u2019s what we did<\/p>\n

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in those days. When the last tiger<\/p>\n

was killed<\/p>\n

the birds refused to fly<\/p>\n

over the abandoned bridge. In regular glass<\/p>\n

at the bottom of whisky<\/p>\n

we spent a lot of time<\/p>\n

by ourselves. Tomorrow the sun<\/p>\n

would be black, soundless.<\/p>\n

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David Roberts<\/strong> is a writer, poet, artist and filmmaker who currently lives in Sheffield. His short fiction has appeared at Sein und Werden<\/em> and Hoax<\/em> amongst other places.\u00a0 Twitter: @djohnroberts<\/p>\n

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Author’s note: This is part of an ongoing sequence, the aim of which is to distill or translate each of Richard Brautigan’s novels into a poem. Phrases have been found whole or spliced together before being shaped into poems.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

    #3 (In Watermelon Sugar)   When the tigers were in bloom, the tigers helped me with my arithmetic. I threw it away, so not even time could find it, and drank whisky made from forgotten things. That\u2019s what we did   in those days. When the last tiger was killed the birds refused […]<\/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-12281","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12281","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=12281"}],"version-history":[{"count":6,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12281\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":12301,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12281\/revisions\/12301"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=12281"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=12281"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=12281"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}