{"id":19269,"date":"2019-06-10T08:00:46","date_gmt":"2019-06-10T08:00:46","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ink.verticalplus.co.uk\/archive\/?p=19269"},"modified":"2019-06-04T12:02:46","modified_gmt":"2019-06-04T12:02:46","slug":"rebecca-gethin-4","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/rebecca-gethin-4\/","title":{"rendered":"Rebecca Gethin"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Jan Palach<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>For months I\u2019d imagined tanks arriving here<br \/>\nwondered from which direction they\u2019d arrive \u2013<br \/>\nup Haverstock Hill or down the hill from Golders Green?<br \/>\nDemonstrators marched along the High Street, shouting<br \/>\n\u201cDubcek! Dubcek!\u201d\u00a0\u00a0 I watched from the pavement.<br \/>\nTrees dropped their leaves, the ponds on the Heath<br \/>\nhad a crust of silver ice. Ducks coming in to land broke it open.<br \/>\nOn the news, Prague was greyer tones of grey.\u00a0 I had no idea<br \/>\nwhere it was.\u00a0 I wrote Dubcek\u2019s name on a piece of paper and stuck it<br \/>\nto my window. Then came the human torch who danced<br \/>\nas he burned. Clothed in fire, flames spiralled round his limbs.<br \/>\nI remember they were orange. He was six years older than me.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<div><strong>Rebecca Gethin<\/strong>\u00a0lives in Devon and had two pamphlets published in 2017. New work appears in a\u00a0 variety of journals. She has been a Hawthornden Fellow and undertook a residency at Brisons Veor.\u00a0<i>Messages<\/i>\u00a0was a winner in the Coast to Coast to Coast pamphlet competition.\u00a0\u00a0<i>Vanishings\u00a0<\/i>is forthcoming from Palewell Press.<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Jan Palach For months I\u2019d imagined tanks arriving here wondered from which direction they\u2019d arrive \u2013 up Haverstock Hill or down the hill from Golders Green? Demonstrators marched along the High Street, shouting \u201cDubcek! Dubcek!\u201d\u00a0\u00a0 I watched from the pavement. Trees dropped their leaves, the ponds on the Heath had a crust [&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-19269","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19269","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=19269"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19269\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":19325,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19269\/revisions\/19325"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=19269"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=19269"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=19269"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}