{"id":16698,"date":"2018-07-19T08:00:50","date_gmt":"2018-07-19T08:00:50","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ink.verticalplus.co.uk\/archive\/?p=16698"},"modified":"2018-06-06T09:26:33","modified_gmt":"2018-06-06T09:26:33","slug":"graham-burchell","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/graham-burchell\/","title":{"rendered":"Graham Burchell"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>I Love Thinking about you Ducky<\/strong><br \/>\n<em>after Sketch of Hilda and Stanley, 1941<\/em><\/p>\n<p>It\u2019s animal, not just an old term of endearment.<br \/>\nHe even draws himself as a farm bird,<br \/>\npecking distance from her dog-face contentment:<br \/>\na deity for his adoration.<\/p>\n<p>And below, on that same paper lined for words,<br \/>\nhe fashions himself piggish, her cow-like;<br \/>\na meeting of flat-nose, fat-nose.<br \/>\nHe licks at her pink lips,<\/p>\n<p>never denigrates beasts of the field<br \/>\nor their ways of love. They all have souls,<br \/>\nso it bothers him to hear that a walk<br \/>\nwas splendid because the walker didn\u2019t see one,<\/p>\n<p>as if blind to the eye to eye with sheep<br \/>\nand birds in a field, to the vitality<br \/>\nof trees (even naked ones) in woodland,<br \/>\nand deaf to all the songs that issue from them.<\/p>\n<h1><\/h1>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<div><strong>Graham Burchell<\/strong> lives in Devon and has four published collections. He was a 2013 Hawthornden Fellow, winner of the 2015 Stanza competition, runner up in the BBC Proms Poetry Competition 2016 and third prize winner in the 2017 Bridport Prize.<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div>Note: This poem is just one from a collaborative collection by Rosie Jackson and Graham Burchell, based on the life and art of Stanley Spencer and his wife Hilda (nee Carline).<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp; I Love Thinking about you Ducky after Sketch of Hilda and Stanley, 1941 It\u2019s animal, not just an old term of endearment. He even draws himself as a farm bird, pecking distance from her dog-face contentment: a deity for his adoration. And below, on that same paper lined for words, he fashions himself piggish, [&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-16698","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/16698","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=16698"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/16698\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":16729,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/16698\/revisions\/16729"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=16698"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=16698"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=16698"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}