{"id":5086,"date":"2013-08-30T09:00:01","date_gmt":"2013-08-30T09:00:01","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ink.verticalplus.co.uk\/archive\/?p=5086"},"modified":"2013-08-04T16:58:14","modified_gmt":"2013-08-04T16:58:14","slug":"sthira-bhattacharya","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/sthira-bhattacharya\/","title":{"rendered":"Sthira Bhattacharya"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Listening to Arlo play his railroad stories<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>why is\u00a0 the 60&#8217;s, 70&#8217;s<\/p>\n<p>American country music<\/p>\n<p>so often<\/p>\n<p>on the road,<\/p>\n<p>forever talking<\/p>\n<p>light rides<\/p>\n<p>hitchhiking<\/p>\n<p>across the land?<\/p>\n<p>they sing<\/p>\n<p>with an eye on<\/p>\n<p>bus-stops cold<\/p>\n<p>with horizons<\/p>\n<p>slung between<\/p>\n<p>the dream<\/p>\n<p>and the sun<\/p>\n<p>neon signs<\/p>\n<p>for roadside inns<\/p>\n<p>and dust flying full<\/p>\n<p>everywhere<\/p>\n<p>Mississippi Texas<\/p>\n<p>Tennessee<\/p>\n<p>they write<\/p>\n<p>always between<\/p>\n<p>two mornings<\/p>\n<p>of disappearing<\/p>\n<p>railroad blues<\/p>\n<p>or till the next ride down to<\/p>\n<p>the San Francisco lights.<\/p>\n<p>the minute<\/p>\n<p>you heard them,<\/p>\n<p>they were already<\/p>\n<p>shuffling down<\/p>\n<p>a (third) beer in hand<\/p>\n<p>to some<\/p>\n<p>odd galaxy of city-streets<\/p>\n<p>all they wept for<\/p>\n<p>will float beneath<\/p>\n<p>the young night-sky<\/p>\n<p>of their America.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Sthira Bhattacharya<\/strong> is an undergraduate student of English Literature in St. Stephen&#8217;s College, Delhi. Much of her writing traces lines across the three cities she has known in bits &#8211; Delhi, Kolkata and her hometown Dhanbad in Eastern India.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp; &nbsp; Listening to Arlo play his railroad stories &nbsp; why is\u00a0 the 60&#8217;s, 70&#8217;s American country music so often on the road, forever talking light rides hitchhiking across the land? they sing with an eye on bus-stops cold with horizons slung between the dream and the sun neon signs for roadside inns and dust [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","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-5086","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5086","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=5086"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5086\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":5089,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5086\/revisions\/5089"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=5086"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=5086"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=5086"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}