{"id":6212,"date":"2014-01-13T09:00:23","date_gmt":"2014-01-13T09:00:23","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ink.verticalplus.co.uk\/archive\/?p=6212"},"modified":"2014-01-03T13:54:02","modified_gmt":"2014-01-03T13:54:02","slug":"arthur-allen","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/arthur-allen\/","title":{"rendered":"Arthur Allen"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>*<\/p>\n<p>the sun is low enough to rest our drinks on<br \/>\nand our too-big boots\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 house-big<\/p>\n<p>Annabelle<br \/>\nwritten in fluttered chalk on the table leg<br \/>\nmust be a night for ex-girlfriends<\/p>\n<p>bluejayMan used to love a girl<br \/>\nwho says asshole with a French accent<br \/>\ndances like a Roman Candle<br \/>\nand sings dirty depressed angry songs<br \/>\nabout how she really feels<\/p>\n<p>I\u2019m glad she didn\u2019t leave Berlin for him<br \/>\nI don\u2019t want her to leave Berlin for anyone<\/p>\n<p>where did we<br \/>\nfind these proud and pretty pre-woundtoys<\/p>\n<p>blessedpeculiarMan says quietly<br \/>\nshe was colossal<br \/>\ndanced like a bonfire<br \/>\nI\u2019d have died of blisters<br \/>\nchasing<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Arthur Allen<\/strong> is a nineteen year old currently studying at the University of East Anglia for a BA in English Literature and has not previously been published. He blogs poetry at <a href=\"http:\/\/yourelateyouknow.tumblr.com\/\" target=\"_blank\">http:\/\/yourelateyouknow.tumblr.com\/<br \/>\n<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp; &nbsp; * the sun is low enough to rest our drinks on and our too-big boots\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 house-big Annabelle written in fluttered chalk on the table leg must be a night for ex-girlfriends bluejayMan used to love a girl who says asshole with a French accent dances like a Roman Candle and sings dirty depressed [&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-6212","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6212","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=6212"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6212\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":6215,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6212\/revisions\/6215"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=6212"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=6212"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=6212"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}