{"id":14821,"date":"2017-11-18T08:00:50","date_gmt":"2017-11-18T08:00:50","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ink.verticalplus.co.uk\/archive\/?p=14821"},"modified":"2017-08-04T12:17:35","modified_gmt":"2017-08-04T12:17:35","slug":"david-cooke-3","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/david-cooke-3\/","title":{"rendered":"David Cooke"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>The Mechanical Turk<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>A neat contrivance of rods and cams<br \/>\ncreates the illusion a hustler seeks.<br \/>\nHis window dressing perfects<br \/>\nthe hoax: the turban and robes<br \/>\na thespian\u2019s flourish. This season<br \/>\nMechanicks is all the rage<br \/>\nin fairground shows and court,<br \/>\nwhere an empress cheats<br \/>\nbut can\u2019t outsmart some<br \/>\ngadget\u2019s lack of class. It takes<br \/>\na certain kind of flair<br \/>\nto plot the chequered board.<br \/>\nA wind-up toy takes on the best<br \/>\nin Europe\u2019s brightest halls.<br \/>\nIts cunning leaps the gap between<br \/>\nwhat is thought and done.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>David Cooke<\/strong> has had poems in <em>Agenda, Ambit, The Interpreter\u2019s House, The Irish Times, The London Magazine, Magma, The Manhattan Review, Poetry Ireland Review, Poetry Salzburg Review and Stand.<\/em> His latest collection, <em>After Hours,<\/em> is available from Cultured Llama Publishing.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; The Mechanical Turk A neat contrivance of rods and cams creates the illusion a hustler seeks. His window dressing perfects the hoax: the turban and robes a thespian\u2019s flourish. This season Mechanicks is all the rage in fairground shows and court, where an empress cheats but can\u2019t outsmart some gadget\u2019s lack of [&hellip;]<\/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-14821","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14821","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=14821"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14821\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":15189,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14821\/revisions\/15189"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=14821"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=14821"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=14821"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}