{"id":19265,"date":"2019-06-09T08:00:10","date_gmt":"2019-06-09T08:00:10","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ink.verticalplus.co.uk\/archive\/?p=19265"},"modified":"2019-06-04T09:14:36","modified_gmt":"2019-06-04T09:14:36","slug":"thomas-calder-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/thomas-calder-2\/","title":{"rendered":"Thomas Calder"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>#3<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>(SOMEWHERE NONSPECIFIC)<br \/>\nTHE CURTAIN OPENS&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>Beside exterior laundrette, a young boy delivers Coffee<br \/>\nShaking like a wet noodle.<\/p>\n<p>PICTURE:<br \/>\nCustomers Sitting,<br \/>\nAll aligned in lines<br \/>\nLike hollow croissants.<br \/>\nThe Fragile Pastry of their own delicate selves<br \/>\nCrumbles beneath their feet,<br \/>\nAs they wait<br \/>\nFor their own brand of Jam<br \/>\n(Or Cheese or cream or whatever)<br \/>\nTo help fill the hole.<\/p>\n<p>MEANWHILE\u2026<br \/>\nIt is rumoured:<br \/>\nSix doctors have swallowed a lego head,<br \/>\nThe Bee died of guilt,<br \/>\nAnd the girl divorced her parents.<br \/>\nAs it goes,<br \/>\nMore things seem to need to be done<br \/>\nThese days.<br \/>\nFor whatever reason,<br \/>\nThe clocks turn for well-dressed men<br \/>\nAnd the paralytic dance goes on.<\/p>\n<p>BACK AGAIN&#8230;<br \/>\nWe leave the scene wherever it is,<br \/>\nNever to be seen, from this angle again.<\/p>\n<p>CUT TO:<br \/>\nHollow croissant.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Thomas Calder<\/strong> is a young creative with a background in Music and film-making.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; #3 (SOMEWHERE NONSPECIFIC) THE CURTAIN OPENS&#8230; Beside exterior laundrette, a young boy delivers Coffee Shaking like a wet noodle. PICTURE: Customers Sitting, All aligned in lines Like hollow croissants. The Fragile Pastry of their own delicate selves Crumbles beneath their feet, As they wait For their own brand of Jam (Or Cheese [&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-19265","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19265","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=19265"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19265\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":19320,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19265\/revisions\/19320"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=19265"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=19265"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=19265"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}