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404<\/strong><\/p>\n 404 is \u201cpage not found\u201d, dead link, Some youthful indiscretions may live on, <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Cliff Forshaw <\/strong>has been writer-in-residence in California, France, Kyrgizstan, Romania and Tasmania, twice a Hawthornden Writing Fellow, and guest poet at the International Poetry Festival,Nicaragua 2016. Collections include Vandemonian<\/em><\/strong> (Arc, 2013), Pilgrim Tongues<\/em><\/strong> (Wrecking Ball, 2015) and Satyr<\/em> <\/strong>(Shoestring, 2017).\u00a0http:\/\/www.cliff-forshaw.co.uk\/<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" 404 404 is \u201cpage not found\u201d, dead link, the way the world forgets the things you did; its chain got twisted up, got oddly kinked, and all you\u2019ve done\u2019s undone, your thoughts unsaid. You\u2019ve been written out, in code, in secret ink: No sense in asking why. You\u2019re doubly dead. Damnatio memoriae. […]<\/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-17157","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/17157","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=17157"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/17157\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":17410,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/17157\/revisions\/17410"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=17157"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=17157"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=17157"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nthe way the world forgets the things you did;
\nits chain got twisted up, got oddly kinked,
\nand all you\u2019ve done\u2019s undone, your thoughts unsaid.
\nYou\u2019ve been written out, in code, in secret ink:
\nNo sense in asking why. You\u2019re doubly dead.
\nDamnatio memoriae<\/em>.<\/p>\n
\n(That foolish photograph is never gone!)
\nbut books are burned, your body\u2019s rotting in the ground,
\nyour magnum opus is a \u201cpage not found\u201d.
\nWhat was your life? What filled your time till now, now it\u2019s later,
\nfar later than you\u2019ve allowed yourself to think?
\nYou\u2019ve snuffed it, and they\u2019ve deodorized your old-time stink.
\nYou\u2019re at a loss. Senior moment. Don\u2019t know why
\nyou came in here.\u00a0 [Comment deleted by Moderator.]
\nDamnatio memoriae<\/em>.<\/p>\n