{"id":5189,"date":"2013-09-11T09:00:19","date_gmt":"2013-09-11T09:00:19","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ink.verticalplus.co.uk\/archive\/?p=5189"},"modified":"2013-09-11T13:06:23","modified_gmt":"2013-09-11T13:06:23","slug":"lisa-oliver","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/lisa-oliver\/","title":{"rendered":"Lisa Oliver"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><strong>\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>The End of Man<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>It\u2019s time to go over the top<br \/>\nuse the plural<br \/>\nmake something rise<br \/>\nadd words<br \/>\nflexible man\/cardboard woman<\/p>\n<p>Theoretically man can be anything<br \/>\nparts of the tree of life are well documented<br \/>\nother sections barely shirk the obvious<\/p>\n<p>Humanity may notice a chill in the air<br \/>\nConspiracy theory<br \/>\nWe stopped taking it seriously<br \/>\nIt wasn\u2019t the internet that broke<br \/>\nthe life that Jack built<\/p>\n<p>More than class or politics<br \/>\nthis is a tale of love<br \/>\na puzzle worth solving<br \/>\nscattered around like ticker tape<br \/>\nin pursuit of happiness<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Lisa Oliver<\/strong> is a writer and tutor based in Cheshire.\u00a0 She has an MA in Creative Writing from Keele University where she specialised in prose fiction. Lisa graduated with a new-found love and respect for poetry and is addicted to finding poetry in the everyday, the weird and the wonderful.\u00a0 <a href=\"http:\/\/lisajoliver.wordpress.com\/\" target=\"_blank\">lisajoliver.wordpress.com<\/a><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Note:\u00a0 This poem is from strap lines in <em>The Observer New Review<\/em>, September 30th 2012<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>\u00a0 The End of Man It\u2019s time to go over the top use the plural make something rise add words flexible man\/cardboard woman Theoretically man can be anything parts of the tree of life are well documented other sections barely shirk the obvious Humanity may notice a chill in the air Conspiracy theory We stopped [&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-5189","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5189","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=5189"}],"version-history":[{"count":8,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5189\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":5193,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5189\/revisions\/5193"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=5189"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=5189"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=5189"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}