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Blonde On Blonde : Side 4<\/strong><\/p>\n In spite of never you find yourself word-perfect The whole eleven minutes 22.<\/p>\n And where you are right now, huddled, the only thing you’re good for is to ride the keening chorus fade-out, to seek the slick-black vinyl’s spiral, The images bear no relation to Still, this is it.<\/p>\n This. The only one that works.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Ken Cumberlidge<\/strong> has been writing and performing poetry, songs and stories on and off for 40+ years. Norwich-based since 2011, he can be seen most days, muttering and gesticulating in the company of an embarrassed-looking dog.\u00a0 Don’t worry – the dog’s fine.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Blonde On Blonde : Side 4 In spite of never having tried to learn it, you find yourself word-perfect on Sad-Eyed Lady Of The Lowlands. The whole eleven minutes 22. And where you are right now, huddled, back against the wall, between the speakers, the only thing you’re good for is to […]<\/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-13438","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13438","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=13438"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13438\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":13849,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13438\/revisions\/13849"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=13438"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=13438"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=13438"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nhaving tried to learn it,<\/p>\n
\non Sad-Eyed Lady Of The Lowlands.<\/p>\n
\nback against the wall, between the speakers,<\/p>\n
\nhug your drink; play the track; do it on a loop:<\/p>\n
\nlift the arm off, arc it over, set it down again<\/p>\n
\nbe drawn inward.\u00a0 Let the diamond sing.<\/p>\n
\nyour case: the fact of her.\u00a0 How could they?<\/p>\n
\nThe song.
\nThe only song.<\/p>\n