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Sir Richard Burton invites the apes to dine<\/strong> A macaque savoured the cabernet, His golden cousin, an orientalist, Ladies cried sacrilege when Burton The Rhesus boys fought with bared teeth. <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Beth Grimm<\/strong> grew up in South Yorkshire but has spent much of her adult life flitting around Central and Eastern Europe. She believes poetry, music and languages to be a single entity.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Sir Richard Burton invites the apes to dine after Walton Ford\u2019s \u2018The Sensorium\u2019 It began a civilized affair. The table was laden with mangos, with pomegranates and plums and set on the veranda. Such guests as we were not welcome inside. A macaque savoured the cabernet, though complained of a woody note. and […]<\/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-3925","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3925","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=3925"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3925\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3927,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3925\/revisions\/3927"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=3925"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=3925"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=3925"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nafter Walton Ford\u2019s \u2018The Sensorium\u2019
\n<\/em>
\nIt began a civilized affair. The table was laden
\nwith mangos, with pomegranates and plums
\nand set on the veranda. Such guests
\nas we were not welcome inside.<\/p>\n
\nthough complained of a woody note.
\nand the common langoor refused to sit
\nat table; he knew his place.<\/p>\n
\nwas inclined to yawn; he tossed
\nholy men\u2019s pornography to the ground. A tail
\ncoiled around the chair leg, became a rope.<\/p>\n
\ndetermined to learn every language of ape and man.
\nSimian dictionaries burned
\nand Babel crumbled, phoneme by phoneme.<\/p>\n
\nSatsumas tumbled, I stared
\nto a horizon lined with eucalyptus
\nand watched syllables fall.<\/p>\n