{"id":18263,"date":"2019-01-25T08:00:51","date_gmt":"2019-01-25T08:00:51","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ink.verticalplus.co.uk\/archive\/?p=18263"},"modified":"2019-01-25T08:29:02","modified_gmt":"2019-01-25T08:29:02","slug":"lydia-unsworth","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/lydia-unsworth\/","title":{"rendered":"Lydia Unsworth"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Judy Dench watches over<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>When a guard dog barks you start to think about the dark. How very dark.<\/p>\n<p>Curtains flap in the wake of a ceiling fan that creaks. How much had to happen before this\u00a0began to happen? Eat all the sugar so the vermin don&#8217;t try to come in. Clean plastic containers are a godsend, I swear.<\/p>\n<p>The WiFi is reassuring, French films are reassuring, chocolate from the fridge wet on hot hands, hot lips. Knowing it is mid-afternoon somewhere more familiar than here, thinking about the lights of a city projecting their own unsettling sunsets static in the treacle-tar. Permanently on it.<\/p>\n<p>The baby woke at 5:32 and we waited. We played and we laughed and we sang and looked strong and knowledgeable, but the whole time I was glancing out the deep-sea windows to see if the sun had surfaced yet. Gagging for air.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Lydia Unsworth<\/strong> is the author of <em>Certain Manoeuvres<\/em> (KFS, 2018) and <a href=\"http:\/\/erbacce-press.webeden.co.uk\/lydia-unsworth\/4594394301\"><em>Nostalgia for Bodies<\/em><\/a> (Erbacce, 2018). Winner of the 2018 Erbacce Poetry Prize, she has also had work published in various places including <em>Ambit, Pank, KillAuthor, Tears in the Fence, Banshee Lit, <\/em>and<em> Sentence: Journal of Prose Poetics.<\/em><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: xx-small;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<div><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Judy Dench watches over &nbsp; When a guard dog barks you start to think about the dark. How very dark. Curtains flap in the wake of a ceiling fan that creaks. How much had to happen before this\u00a0began to happen? Eat all the sugar so the vermin don&#8217;t try to come in. [&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-18263","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/18263","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=18263"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/18263\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":18337,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/18263\/revisions\/18337"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=18263"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=18263"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=18263"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}