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The Echo Chamber<\/strong><\/p>\n Every night I listen to a man going mad Every night I listen to a man going mad <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Matt Duggan<\/strong> is the winner of the Erbacce Prize for Poetry 2015\u00a0 Poems have appeared in The Journal, Graffiti, The Dawntreader, The Seventh Quarry, Prole, I,S,& T, Lunar Poetry Magazine, Tipton Poetry Journal, Apogee Magazine, The Jawline Review, Harbinger Asylum. <\/em>His first full collection Dystopia 38.10<\/em> (Erbacce-Press) is now available.\u00a0http:\/\/mattduggan.webnode.com\/\/ <\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" The Echo Chamber Every night I listen to a man going mad it starts with the moving of wardrobes the wincing cry through thin plasterboard, a building crescendo of expletives repeated again and again – At the voices that surround him, Every night I listen to a man going mad until one […]<\/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-13789","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13789","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=13789"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13789\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":14590,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13789\/revisions\/14590"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=13789"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=13789"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=13789"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nit starts with the moving of wardrobes
\nthe wincing cry through thin plasterboard,
\na building crescendo of expletives
\nrepeated again and again –
\nAt the voices that surround him,<\/p>\n
\nuntil one night the screams paused
\nno sound of friction behind these thin walls;
\njust rolling sirens melting in windows
\nthat blue and red repetition –
\nEvery night I listen to a man going mad.<\/p>\n