{"id":1793,"date":"2012-03-27T09:30:56","date_gmt":"2012-03-27T09:30:56","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ink.verticalplus.co.uk\/archive\/?p=1793"},"modified":"2012-03-27T09:31:36","modified_gmt":"2012-03-27T09:31:36","slug":"john-c-nash","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/john-c-nash\/","title":{"rendered":"John C Nash"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>The Lady of Shalott<\/p>\n<p>He set himself adrift,<br \/>\na soiled mattress on a river<br \/>\nof discarded lager cans.<br \/>\nThe only company he kept<br \/>\na solitary picture ripped<br \/>\nfrom a clinic waiting room.<br \/>\nHe watched her, mouth open,<br \/>\nbut not in song.<\/p>\n<p>She held his gaze from<br \/>\na life in a binbag of clothes;<br \/>\na mirror cracked from a hurled<br \/>\nvodka bottle; a hanging blanket<br \/>\ndampening from the dregs.<\/p>\n<p>He was done with the outside,<br \/>\nit was cold there.<\/p>\n<p>He carved his name into the plaster<br \/>\nabove the bed. He\u2019d need one<br \/>\nwhen they broke down the door.<br \/>\nUntil then he would be there,<br \/>\nbetween the rushes, willing<br \/>\nthat absurd third candle,<br \/>\nfrozen mid-gutter,<br \/>\nto finally go out.<\/p>\n<p><strong>John C Nash<\/strong> finally settled down as a self-employed bookbinder and writer in Northampton, UK. His poetry was most recently published in the inaugural issue of Antiphon.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The Lady of Shalott He set himself adrift, a soiled mattress on a river of discarded lager cans. The only company he kept a solitary picture ripped from a clinic waiting room. He watched her, mouth open, but not in song. She held his gaze from a life in a binbag of clothes; a mirror [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","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-1793","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1793","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\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1793"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1793\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1795,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1793\/revisions\/1795"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1793"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1793"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1793"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}