{"id":5213,"date":"2013-09-16T09:00:02","date_gmt":"2013-09-16T09:00:02","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ink.verticalplus.co.uk\/archive\/?p=5213"},"modified":"2013-09-02T11:47:48","modified_gmt":"2013-09-02T11:47:48","slug":"daniel-williams","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/daniel-williams\/","title":{"rendered":"Daniel Williams"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Viral<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>I have made my report;<br \/>\nAnd each recipient, in a singular way,<br \/>\nHas become responsive to you,<br \/>\nCan listen for your breath,<br \/>\nIts slow distinctions and variants,<br \/>\nOr expect a look I know you by<br \/>\nTo greet them at the crossing,<br \/>\nOn the platform, at the door.<\/p>\n<p>You\u2019re circulating from synapse to synapse,<br \/>\nThe reader using up their guesses<br \/>\nTo flesh out a detail, to pinpoint you<br \/>\nAs you were then, rendered in symbols<br \/>\nWe understand separately;<br \/>\nRebuilt on each self-sustaining word,<br \/>\nTwo likenesses, vulnerable and open as we were,<br \/>\nWill occupy a room that is nothing like ours.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Daniel Williams<\/strong> is a 21 year old student of English Literature and Creative Writing from north Wales. His main subject areas include questions of modern life and culture, memory and the process of remembering and issues of identity. <a href=\"http:\/\/r-d-w.tumblr.com\/\" target=\"_blank\">This is his blog.<br \/>\n<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Viral I have made my report; And each recipient, in a singular way, Has become responsive to you, Can listen for your breath, Its slow distinctions and variants, Or expect a look I know you by To greet them at the crossing, On the platform, at the door. You\u2019re circulating from synapse [&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-5213","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5213","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=5213"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5213\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":5216,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5213\/revisions\/5216"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=5213"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=5213"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=5213"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}