{"id":189,"date":"2011-03-09T13:51:01","date_gmt":"2011-03-09T13:51:01","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ink.verticalplus.co.uk\/archive\/?p=189"},"modified":"2020-05-29T09:46:17","modified_gmt":"2020-05-29T09:46:17","slug":"agnieszka-studzinskas-dog-woman","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/agnieszka-studzinskas-dog-woman\/","title":{"rendered":"Agnieszka Studzinska’s Dog Woman"},"content":{"rendered":"

Dog Woman <\/span>(Paula Rego) <\/span><\/span>

The leaded grey of pencil and charcoal<\/span>
are cross hatched waters rupturing,<\/span>
her mouth opens to the beast in us –\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0<\/span>
she howls at first gently like a wolf as the <\/span>
moon opens wider over all the animals<\/span>
in the depths of night and I open every<\/span>
pore in my voice, every sound in my <\/span>
hunched body, all beads of sweat turn <\/span>
into minutes of purpose, into ellipses,<\/span>
bubbles, smoke clouds that carry the<\/span>
\nweight under my hips into morning air –<\/span>
And the night fox crosses the road with<\/span>
a bird in his mouth, snapping flowers<\/span>
under foot to his den, stops silently to listen<\/span>
to the barks of a dog as they cross territories<\/span>
invisibly, both hungry like the dog woman<\/span>
and my own catch as he swims to my chest<\/span>
whimpering for food.<\/span>




*Agnieszka Studzinska<\/span><\/a> studied at Norwich School of Art and Design and the UEA. \u00a0She has had various jobs in broadcasting but now teaches in London, where she lives with her husband and two children. Her debut collection, <\/span>Snow Calling<\/a> (Salt Modern Poets) was shortlisted for the London New Poetry award 2010.<\/span>
<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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