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Ten Gigs I Never Went To Those who know the science of this If I could, I\u2019d tap me on the shoulder, <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Andy Jackson<\/strong> (b.1965) is from Manchester, lives in Scotland. Poems have appeared in Magma, Gutter, Blackbox Manifold, Trespass & Poetry News<\/em>. Collection The Assassination Museum<\/em> (2010) and Split Screen <\/a>(editor, 2012),<\/em> an anthology inspired by film & TV, both by Red Squirrel Press.\u00a0 This is his website<\/a>.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Ten Gigs I Never Went To Let us assume a curvature of space, that time can be folded like paper. If this were so I could laze and sip coffee in the now, then walk the shortest route between two points, over to myself at eighteen, standing in the rain outside the Manchester […]<\/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-3360","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3360","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=3360"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3360\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3362,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3360\/revisions\/3362"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=3360"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=3360"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=3360"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
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\n<\/strong>Let us assume a curvature of space,
\nthat time can be folded like paper.
\nIf this were so I could laze and sip coffee
\nin the now, then walk the shortest route
\nbetween two points, over to myself
\nat eighteen, standing in the rain
\noutside the Manchester Apollo, <\/em>half of
\nNorthern England in the queue ahead,
\nwaiting for the opening of the doors.<\/p>\n
\ngravitate by subterfuge to call boxes,
\ndialling themselves across the years.
\nThe phone booths that ring and ring
\nwhen no-one\u2019s there to answer:
\nthat\u2019s them, attempting to connect to us
\nbefore the splinter-moment that the girl
\nthat got away walks by, or seconds
\nfrom the worst decision of our lives.<\/p>\n
\nhave a word; get out of here.<\/em> Across
\nthe city there\u2019s a secret gig, a carefree act
\nabout to change the world. Trust me,
\nsome day you\u2019ll wish that you had gone.<\/p>\n