{"id":2672,"date":"2012-06-12T12:00:03","date_gmt":"2012-06-12T12:00:03","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ink.verticalplus.co.uk\/archive\/?p=2672"},"modified":"2012-06-12T11:09:59","modified_gmt":"2012-06-12T11:09:59","slug":"brian-johnstone","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/brian-johnstone\/","title":{"rendered":"Brian Johnstone"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><strong>The Whip Hand<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Believing in the possibility of showtime<\/p>\n<p>on the move,<\/p>\n<p>that the sound of circus music blaring<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>from the speakers on the roof<\/p>\n<p>means more<\/p>\n<p>than silver in my pocket, pegs to hammer home,<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>I stake out another pitch and flatten grass:<\/p>\n<p>for what?<\/p>\n<p>The cheers, the hollow gasps, the silence<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>as I place my head inside each<\/p>\n<p>lion&#8217;s mouth.<\/p>\n<p>It&#8217;s not the teeth, the jaws I fear but seeing<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>deep into their eyes, each pupil blank<\/p>\n<p>as every pitch<\/p>\n<p>we quit, lifeless as the ground we pack so hard.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Brian Johnstone<\/strong>\u2019s latest collection is <em><a href=\"http:\/\/www.arcpublications.co.uk\/biography.php?writer_id=379\" target=\"_blank\">The Book of Belongings<\/a> <\/em>(Arc, 2009). His work has appeared throughout Scotland and in the UK, America and Europe. He is a co-founder of StAnza: Scotland\u2019s International Poetry Festival and was Festival Director from 2001-2010.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The Whip Hand &nbsp; Believing in the possibility of showtime on the move, that the sound of circus music blaring &nbsp; from the speakers on the roof means more than silver in my pocket, pegs to hammer home, &nbsp; I stake out another pitch and flatten grass: for what? The cheers, the hollow gasps, the [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"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-2672","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2672","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=2672"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2672\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2676,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2672\/revisions\/2676"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2672"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2672"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2672"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}