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The pursuit of the absolute <\/strong><\/p>\n It emerges then disappears again; You work at the figures And In the gallery they stand <\/p>\n Peter Watkins<\/strong> is a Suffolk poet. He is interested in the consolations of poetry: how poetry can help us press back against the pressures & adversities of life.\u00a0 A collection of poems \u2018Enough to Love a Multitude\u2019 is\u00a0published early in 2018.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Note: Homage to Alberto Giacometti<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" The pursuit of the absolute It emerges then disappears again; it come and goes; it\u2019s there and then elusively it slips away again. Fuck it. FUCK IT! It is impossible you say, head in hands. It cannot be done. Nothing is ever finished, you\u2019d need a hundred lifetimes.\u00a0 You work at the figures […]<\/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":[137,7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-16677","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-2018-poetry-picks","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/16677","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=16677"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/16677\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":17279,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/16677\/revisions\/17279"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=16677"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=16677"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=16677"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nit come and goes;
\nit\u2019s there and then elusively it slips away again.
\nFuck it. FUCK IT!<\/em>
\nIt is impossible<\/em> you say,
\nhead in hands.
\nIt cannot be done. <\/em>
\nNothing is ever finished,<\/em>
\nyou\u2019d need a hundred lifetimes.\u00a0 <\/em><\/p>\n
\nputting on then taking away,
\nthe plaster or the clay.
\nThe figures get thinner,
\npaired down as if there
\nis something at their core
\nyou seek; and perhaps it is
\nthat nothingness
\nthat haunts us all,
\nthat we deny,
\nthat we festoon with trappings
\nthat make us feel that we are something,
\nto sustain the lie.<\/p>\n
\nin their nakedness,
\nalone or in groups:
\nthe walking man,
\nthe pointing man,
\nthe standing woman,
\nthe falling man,
\nstripped back to their nothingness,
\nbut nonetheless
\nundeniably something,
\nsomething magnificently human.<\/p>\n