{"id":1482,"date":"2008-11-25T06:31:43","date_gmt":"2008-11-25T06:31:43","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ink.verticalplus.co.uk\/archive\/?p=1482"},"modified":"2008-11-25T06:31:43","modified_gmt":"2008-11-25T06:31:43","slug":"1482","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/1482\/","title":{"rendered":""},"content":{"rendered":"

An interlude of you<\/span>
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To get to know you, I resort to stratagems. To not to know you, I again resort to stratagems. This oscillation is not a simple periodic motion of my will, neither of yours I believe. We've been the object of my circumstances, my fate and my desire. People stand on the platform and cry hoarse over full glory of those preceding, and we stand, soak in the sun and the voices, which do not yet penetrate us. We try that they enter us, and we become now mingled with reality, but the rainbow's span is too wide and we are too fearful of falling into the sky we started to cross. Our world is inhabited by cross-eyed lions, pink sunflowers and dreams for which we are doing nothing, and God. At times, we wonder who shall inherit the earth, but most times we ponder whether it is something we should inherit or not. I am happy with the drizzle that came in the morning today, it woke me up. I don't want no earth.<\/span>
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* Ankur Agarwal is from India and has recently started to take his writing seriously. He has been published before in <\/span>Flash in the Pan<\/span> run by Tiny Lights (by Susan Bono). He works as an editor for STM books in his spare time and also spends a lot of time traveling to remote places. He reviews European cinema (primarily French) for <\/span>DearCinema<\/span> and maintains his own blog at <\/span>http:\/\/dropofether.blospot.com<\/a><\/font><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

An interlude of you To get to know you, I resort to stratagems. To not to know you, I again resort to stratagems. This oscillation is not a simple periodic motion of my will, neither of yours I believe. We've been the object of my circumstances, my fate and my desire. People stand on the platform […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","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-1482","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1482","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\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1482"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1482\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1482"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1482"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1482"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}