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Objects<\/strong><\/p>\n I carry these objects with me But each time I pack up That remembers And philanthropic neighbours Our belongings across the road You knew one more time And we lived on shoestrings I carry a tiny box of defiance And every object is a tool <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Naomi Wood<\/strong> is a performance artist based in East Sussex creating pieces that incite riotous acts of joyful disobedience, celebrating empowerment and rebellion. She explores vulnerability and strength across a mythical natural landscape<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Objects I carry these objects with me From place to place. Fewer each time, I\u2019m pairing back the dead weight. I\u2019m losing layers of threadbare tropes. But each time I pack up What\u2019s left of me I know I can\u2019t let everything go And it touches a piece in the darkness That […]<\/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-19242","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19242","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=19242"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19242\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":19300,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19242\/revisions\/19300"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=19242"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=19242"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=19242"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nFrom place to place.
\nFewer each time,
\nI\u2019m pairing back the dead weight.
\nI\u2019m losing layers of threadbare tropes.<\/p>\n
\nWhat\u2019s left of me
\nI know I can\u2019t let everything go
\nAnd it touches a piece in the darkness<\/p>\n
\nMidnight fleeing,
\nFive year old fingers
\nClutching at straws<\/p>\n
\nWho sent their children
\nOut into the night to carry<\/p>\n
\nPiece by tender piece
\nA blighted benediction<\/p>\n
\nWould be too many and you
\nPacked up your heart, Mother,
\nIn a suitcase meant for holidays
\nAnd we fled into the inky darkness<\/p>\n
\nCos it was better than bottle tops
\nAnd we lived in so many
\nMakeshift situations
\nCos anything is better
\nThan building bridges on a fracture<\/p>\n
\nThat
\nSeizes small things
\nIn the face of having none<\/p>\n
\nWith which to build
\nYour own freedom
\nIf you hold it the right way.<\/p>\n