{"id":16184,"date":"2018-04-04T08:00:22","date_gmt":"2018-04-04T08:00:22","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ink.verticalplus.co.uk\/archive\/?p=16184"},"modified":"2018-04-07T09:10:21","modified_gmt":"2018-04-07T09:10:21","slug":"jay-bernard","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/jay-bernard\/","title":{"rendered":"Jay Bernard"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><em>from<\/em> <strong>The Red and Yellow Nothing<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>VIII \u2013 Somewhere in Scotland, five African men play Mancala by firelight. As they discuss the strangeness of the land they\u2019re in, their voices are carried on a cold, salty wind:<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>i<\/p>\n<p>do you know what is burning<br \/>\nin the square<\/p>\n<p>its head tilts to its chest<br \/>\nin quiet reflection<\/p>\n<p>how different the flame is to air<\/p>\n<p>how differently it comments<br \/>\non the shortness of life<\/p>\n<p>ii<\/p>\n<p>you see his burns<br \/>\nand know how mercilessly<br \/>\nhe killed the cow in the field<br \/>\nthat tried to shield its young<\/p>\n<p>iii<\/p>\n<p>Their footsteps of mine.<br \/>\nI want to know what people<br \/>\nto whom I give everything<br \/>\nfeel when they think they are me.<\/p>\n<p>iv<\/p>\n<p>do you remember yourself<br \/>\nby the deathbed<\/p>\n<p>sole friend to the ghosts<br \/>\nof living memory<\/p>\n<p>they keep your mind clean<\/p>\n<p>on their hands and knees<br \/>\nsow tubers and grapes<\/p>\n<p>v<\/p>\n<p>do you remember<br \/>\nwhat you learned there<\/p>\n<p>a child is his smell<\/p>\n<p>and the ice will often say<br \/>\nremember me to summer<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"margin-left: 80px;\">Only skulls and seasons-o<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"margin-left: 116px;\">will live to see the future-o<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"margin-left: 130px;\">Remember me though you won\u2019t know<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"margin-left: 166px;\">the things I\u2019ve lived to reap and sow<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"margin-left: 200px;\">Blue grows the darkness-o<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"margin-left: 236px;\">There beneath the daylight-o<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Jay Bernard<\/strong> is from London and works as a writer and film <a href=\"http:\/\/ugateamunited.com\/online\/celexa\/\">http:\/\/ugateamunited.com\/online\/celexa\/<\/a> programmer at BFI Flare (London\u2019s LGBT film festival). They are the author of three pamphlets, <em>The Red and Yellow Nothing<\/em> (IS&amp;T Press 2016), <em>English Breakfast<\/em> (2013), and <em>Your Sign is Cuckoo, Girl<\/em> (2008), and have been featured in numerous anthologies and magazines, including <em>TEN: The New Wave<\/em> and <em>Out of Bounds: Black British Writers and Place.<\/em> They were part of the original line-up for two Speaking Volumes Breaking Ground tours to the USA, showcasing the best Black British writers from the UK.<\/p>\n<p>This poem is taken from <a href=\"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/?page_id=5711\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\"><em>The Red and Yellow Nothing<\/em><\/a> which was shortlisted for the 2016 Ted Hughes Award for New Work in Poetry.\u00a0 Jay has just won the 2017 award for their performance piece <em>Surge: Side A, <\/em>performed at the Roundhouse as part of The Last Word Festival 2017 and investigating the New Cross Fire of 1981, a defining moment in Black British history that claimed thirteen lives.<\/p>\n<p><em>The Red and Yellow Nothing<\/em> can be bought from IS&amp;T <a href=\"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/?page_id=5711\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">here<\/a>.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp; &nbsp; from The Red and Yellow Nothing VIII \u2013 Somewhere in Scotland, five African men play Mancala by firelight. As they discuss the strangeness of the land they\u2019re in, their voices are carried on a cold, salty wind: &nbsp; i do you know what is burning in the square its head tilts to its [&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":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-16184","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/16184","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=16184"}],"version-history":[{"count":26,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/16184\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":16324,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/16184\/revisions\/16324"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=16184"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=16184"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=16184"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}