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poem for the fine art of immortality<\/strong><\/p>\n spirits larger than the summer sun and how fast were we driving trying to and i don\u2019t think i ever saw you again but i can still remember the <\/p>\n <\/p>\n John Sweet<\/strong> sends greetings from the rural wastelands of upstate NY.\u00a0 He is a firm believer in writing as catharsis. His latest poetry collections include Heathen Tongue<\/em> (2017 Kendra Steiner Editions) and Bastard Faith<\/em> (2017 Scars Publications).<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" poem for the fine art of immortality spirits larger than the summer sun and how high were we flying when we got the news about cobain\u2019s death? how fast were we driving trying to leave all the pain of that last grey winter behind? and i don\u2019t think i ever saw you […]<\/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-18913","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/18913","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=18913"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/18913\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":19000,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/18913\/revisions\/19000"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=18913"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=18913"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=18913"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nhow high were we flying when
\nwe got the news about cobain\u2019s death?<\/p>\n
\nleave all the pain of that last
\ngrey winter behind?<\/p>\n
\ni can still remember the taste of
\nsalt on your lips on easter sunday<\/p>\n
\ngift of godlike vision
\nbefore we threw it all away<\/p>\n