{"id":202,"date":"2011-03-23T21:31:00","date_gmt":"2011-03-23T21:31:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ink.verticalplus.co.uk\/archive\/?p=202"},"modified":"2011-03-23T21:31:00","modified_gmt":"2011-03-23T21:31:00","slug":"harry-owen-on-turning-tides","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/harry-owen-on-turning-tides\/","title":{"rendered":"Harry Owen on turning tides"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><font style=\"font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono;\" size=\"2\"><span style=\"font-weight: bold;\">Mene Mene Tekel Upharsin<\/span><\/p>\n<p>Now the tide pours in, surf high<br \/>on the beach, a panting sea mist<br \/>like the tongue of a weary dog.<br \/>But no tsunami, no expert<br \/>arrogance of plutonium.<br \/>No Japan. And yet already<br \/>somewhere the story is forming,<br \/>a novelist sits and scribbles.<br \/>No one truly learns, not really.<\/p>\n<p>Tonight: full moon, a super-moon,<br \/>and I\u2019m pulled, my tides are turning,<br \/>rolling, slow as a basking whale.<br \/>Something stirs, something nuclear.<br \/>Here is writing in the sand,<br \/>titanium sandscript, black ink<br \/>running. It comes, is covered, goes,<br \/>eases itself like a ghost<br \/>into new meanings. I touch it,<br \/>taste its black blood, turn, turn.<br \/>Chromatography. Music on<br \/>a rotating drum. The writing<br \/>on the wall.<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: bold;\">*Harry Owen<\/span>,<br \/>\n formerly of Cheshire, now lives in Grahamstown, South Africa.&nbsp; His<br \/>\ncollections are: Searching for Machynlleth, The Music of Ourselves, Five<br \/>\n Books of Marriage and Non-Dog.&nbsp; A memorial collection for his father,<br \/>\nWorthy, will be published in March 2011. More details <a href=\"http:\/\/www.harry-owen.co.uk\/\">here<\/a>.<br \/><\/font><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Mene Mene Tekel Upharsin Now the tide pours in, surf highon the beach, a panting sea mistlike the tongue of a weary dog.But no tsunami, no expertarrogance of plutonium.No Japan. And yet alreadysomewhere the story is forming,a novelist sits and scribbles.No one truly learns, not really. Tonight: full moon, a super-moon,and I\u2019m pulled, my tides [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","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-202","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/202","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\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=202"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/202\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=202"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=202"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=202"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}