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Un Chien Andalou<\/strong><\/p>\n My Father as a dog lies on the road He raises his foot to scratch his ear Lazy in dotage he doesn\u2019t stir <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Edward Lee<\/strong> is twenty-one and has recently finished studying music in Brighton.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Un Chien Andalou My Father as a dog lies on the road Sunning as clouds roll overhead And the breeze dons the scent of the olive bushes. He raises his foot to scratch his ear And bats away the flies that hover Around the burning halo of the midday sun That slices […]<\/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-19857","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19857","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=19857"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19857\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":20316,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19857\/revisions\/20316"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=19857"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=19857"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=19857"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nSunning as clouds roll overhead
\nAnd the breeze dons the scent of the olive bushes.<\/p>\n
\nAnd bats away the flies that hover
\nAround the burning halo of the midday sun
\nThat slices open his dreaming eyes,<\/p>\n
\nAs a car briefly disturbs the silence
\nAnd the hillside heartbeat of cicadas.<\/p>\n