{"id":13907,"date":"2017-05-19T15:17:28","date_gmt":"2017-05-19T15:17:28","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ink.verticalplus.co.uk\/archive\/?p=13907"},"modified":"2020-12-09T15:15:08","modified_gmt":"2020-12-09T15:15:08","slug":"and-our-pick-of-the-month-for-april-2017-is-david-subacchis-cross-country","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/and-our-pick-of-the-month-for-april-2017-is-david-subacchis-cross-country\/","title":{"rendered":"And our Pick of the Month for April 2017 is David Subacchi&#8217;s &#8216;Cross Country&#8217;"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>More than 250 of you voted &#8211; a record for us &#8211; leading to a sprint finish that saw &#8216;Cross Country&#8217; by David Subacchi as our Pick of the Month for April 2017. This fine poem struck a nostalgic nerve with many of you although it was 50\/50 as to whether you loved or dreaded the sport itself!<\/p>\n<p>David lives in Wales (UK) where he was born of Italian roots. He studied at the University of Liverpool and he has three poetry collections with Cestrian Press <em>First Cut<\/em> (2012), <em>Hiding in Shadows<\/em> (2014) and <em>Not Really a Stranger<\/em> (2016).\u00a0 David has also recently published a collection of Sonnets <em>A Terrible Beauty<\/em> in commemoration of Ireland\u2019s 1916 Easter Rising. He writes in Welsh and Italian and blogs at <a href=\"http:\/\/www.writeoutloud.net\/profiles\/davidsubacchi\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\" data-saferedirecturl=\"https:\/\/www.google.com\/url?hl=en&amp;q=http:\/\/www.writeoutloud.net\/profiles\/davidsubacchi&amp;source=gmail&amp;ust=1489762094153000&amp;usg=AFQjCNFVFmXElPWtVpFpZtxOBkM6gbXr_A\">http:\/\/www.writeoutloud.net\/<wbr \/>profiles\/davidsubacchi<\/a><\/p>\n<p>David will receive a <a href=\"https:\/\/giftcards.nationalbooktokens.com\/\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">National Book Token<\/a> for \u00a310.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Cross Country<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>A reluctant concession<br \/>\nFor those of insufficient bulk<br \/>\nOr violent disposition<br \/>\nTo take part in the awful<br \/>\nBattle of blood and mud<br \/>\nLaughingly referred to<br \/>\nAs a game.<\/p>\n<p>Unsupervised<br \/>\nOur route wound<br \/>\nFar away from<br \/>\nThe killing fields<br \/>\nPast gasworks<br \/>\nAnd railway lines<br \/>\nThrough the village.<\/p>\n<p>Once out of sight<br \/>\nA walking pace<br \/>\nCigarettes<br \/>\nSweets<br \/>\nTalking to local girls<br \/>\nCursing the brutality<br \/>\nOf the egg shaped ball.<\/p>\n<p>Then returning<br \/>\nTo the jeers<br \/>\nOf shirt ripped<br \/>\nCasualties<br \/>\nOur mock exhaustion<br \/>\nToo dramatic<br \/>\nFooling no one.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Voters comments included:<\/p>\n<p><em><span class=\"response-text other-item\">David Subacchi has the human touch &#8211; when you read him it is like you thought that, but didn&#8217;t know how to put it into words. <\/span><\/em><\/p>\n<p><em><span class=\"response-text other-item\">Distills the essence of a very familiar experience! <\/span><\/em><\/p>\n<p><em><span class=\"response-text other-item\">Rhythm of verses felt like running <\/span><\/em><\/p>\n<p><em><span class=\"response-text other-item\">Love David&#8217;s precision of language <\/span><\/em><\/p>\n<p><em><span class=\"response-text other-item\">I like the skew of it. Interesting language from a surprising angle. <\/span><\/em><\/p>\n<p><em><span class=\"response-text other-item\">It brings back so many memories, it made me smile <\/span><\/em><\/p>\n<p><em><span class=\"response-text other-item\">It evokes so many memories of cross country at my school. This poem creates so many visions and is so poignant. <\/span><\/em><\/p>\n<p><em><span class=\"response-text other-item\">Brings back the memories. Short cuts, false panting, an unnecessary puff on the inhaler to fool the teacher. Fantastic. <\/span><\/em><\/p>\n<p><em><span class=\"response-text other-item\">Reminds me of those awful childhood treks! <\/span><\/em><\/p>\n<p><em><span class=\"response-text other-item\">Brings back happy memories of my school days, seeing the boys running past the perimeter fence of our school and laughing &amp; joking (sometimes jeering lol) with them <\/span><\/em><\/p>\n<p><em><span class=\"response-text other-item\">David&#8217;s poetry always helps you to see the ordinary transformed.<\/span><\/em><\/p>\n<p><em><span class=\"response-text other-item\">It matches some of my own experience &#8211; though mine was more dull. Scared and useless at rugby &amp; cricket.<\/span><\/em><\/p>\n<p><em><span class=\"response-text other-item\">Reading it twice and taking in the title, it reminded me of cross country as engaged in here in the States and the 2-word phrase &#8220;past gasworks&#8221; as an intended or not, echo of an early David Bowie lyric, using the phrase &#8220;past the gasworks&#8221; made me smile. It was a song called &#8216;Uncle Arthur&#8217; from 1967. <\/span><\/em><\/p>\n<p><em><span class=\"response-text other-item\">David Subacchi is such an observant writer; I love the way he expresses what he sees, what he feels and somehow captures how the listeners feel too.<br \/>\n<\/span><\/em><\/p>\n<p><em><span class=\"response-text other-item\">So much conjured up with so few words.<\/span><\/em><\/p>\n<p><em><span class=\"response-text other-item\">It has an element of Gritty Truth<\/span><\/em><\/p>\n<p><em><span class=\"response-text other-item\">It reminds me of when I opted out of netball, was sent on a cross country run and my friends joined me. From then on we ran regularly. <\/span><\/em><\/p>\n<p><em><span class=\"response-text other-item\">I love his style and it reminds me of my &#8216;yoof&#8217; !! <\/span><\/em><\/p>\n<p><span class=\"response-text other-item\"><em>Shows the pain of Cross Country!<\/em> <\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp; More than 250 of you voted &#8211; a record for us &#8211; leading to a sprint finish that saw &#8216;Cross Country&#8217; by David Subacchi as our Pick of the Month for April 2017. This fine poem struck a nostalgic nerve with many of you although it was 50\/50 as to whether you loved or [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"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":[136,4],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-13907","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-2017-poetry-picks","category-news"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13907","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\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=13907"}],"version-history":[{"count":11,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13907\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":13928,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13907\/revisions\/13928"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=13907"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=13907"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=13907"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}