{"id":2855,"date":"2012-07-18T12:00:44","date_gmt":"2012-07-18T12:00:44","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ink.verticalplus.co.uk\/archive\/?p=2855"},"modified":"2012-07-11T10:43:30","modified_gmt":"2012-07-11T10:43:30","slug":"chris-guidon-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/chris-guidon-2\/","title":{"rendered":"Chris Guidon"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><strong>\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Lucidity<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>In that one blunt shining moment of impact,<br \/>\nwhen the perfect uncoiled fish-hook claws<br \/>\nof that great buzzard or hawk marry the stretched-<br \/>\nto-breaking-point sinewy hide of the hare,<\/p>\n<p>does the bird change? Does the untamable<br \/>\nessence of that driven hunter become<br \/>\nthat of its quarry?\u00a0 A sudden flash of empathy<br \/>\nlike the flash of my camera. But wholly unrecordable,<\/p>\n<p>inimitable. I\u2019m sure I saw it change.<br \/>\nMy fathers faintly coloured eyes used to change<br \/>\nalong with the volatile seasons.<br \/>\nI\u2019m told that mine do too.<\/p>\n<p>Sometimes, I can almost feel it.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Chris Guidon <\/strong>is a poet and short story writer from Kidderminster in the west-midlands. Chris continues to \u201csift through the murky silt of memory and of emotion for one shining moment of truth\u201d with his stark, taught and mercilessly introspective lines.<strong><br \/>\n<\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>\u00a0 &nbsp; Lucidity In that one blunt shining moment of impact, when the perfect uncoiled fish-hook claws of that great buzzard or hawk marry the stretched- to-breaking-point sinewy hide of the hare, does the bird change? Does the untamable essence of that driven hunter become that of its quarry?\u00a0 A sudden flash of empathy like [&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-2855","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2855","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=2855"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2855\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2872,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2855\/revisions\/2872"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2855"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2855"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2855"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}