{"id":276,"date":"2011-06-02T15:54:47","date_gmt":"2011-06-02T15:54:47","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ink.verticalplus.co.uk\/archive\/?p=276"},"modified":"2011-06-02T15:54:47","modified_gmt":"2011-06-02T15:54:47","slug":"steve-ronnies-manifestation","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/steve-ronnies-manifestation\/","title":{"rendered":"Steve Ronnie&#39;s &#39;Manifestation&#39;"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><font style=\"font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono;\" size=\"2\"><span style=\"font-weight: bold;\">The Manifestation<\/span><\/p>\n<p>The verb <span style=\"font-style: italic;\">make<\/span> abandons the heart<br \/>on my tongue, of sorts, unspoken and bizarre.<br \/>Tchaikovsky said: <span style=\"font-style: italic;\">In matters of love,<\/span><br style=\"font-style: italic;\"><span style=\"font-style: italic;\">words are not necessary<\/span>. <br \/>He spoke these words and with them<br \/>conjured this idea that I now lay<br \/>against your rib cage. It carries the exact<br \/>weight of an infant at second breath.<br \/>Something must have existed before this trick<br \/>of throated reverberation, tongue<br \/>and hammer, cochlea, tunnels of sound<br \/>construction, solid enough to bear<br \/>the mass of each ton of tone<br \/>that\u2019s pressed this pound of air between us.<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: bold;\">*Stevie Ronnie<\/span> is a freelance writer, artist and tutor with a background in digital technologies. Find out more at <a href=\"http:\/\/stevieronnie.com\/\">http:\/\/stevieronnie.com<\/a><br \/><\/font><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The Manifestation The verb make abandons the hearton my tongue, of sorts, unspoken and bizarre.Tchaikovsky said: In matters of love,words are not necessary. He spoke these words and with themconjured this idea that I now layagainst your rib cage. It carries the exactweight of an infant at second breath.Something must have existed before this trickof [&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-276","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/276","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=276"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/276\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=276"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=276"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=276"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}