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The Voice that Thunders<\/strong><\/p>\n [A cut-up poem inspired by, and in honour of, Alan Garner and his work]<\/p>\n In order to understand what I had – Every minute of every hour of every day Intellectual in its function The voice in the shadows\u00a0 – The voice that thunders <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Madelaine Smith<\/strong> recently visited the United States and when at Immigration she was asked what she did, she managed to say \u2018Poet\u2019 and not laugh.<\/p>\n Note: Words cut from: AI sheet for Boneland<\/em> by Alan Garner, Chapter headings of The Voice that Thunders<\/em> by Alan Garner, article by Philip Pulman, interview with Alan Garner<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" The Voice that Thunders [A cut-up poem inspired by, and in honour of, Alan Garner and his work] In order to understand what I had – the landscape I inherited, the beauty things, dreams and patterns of myth – I found myself walking. Every minute of every hour of every day I remember […]<\/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-6255","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6255","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=6255"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6255\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":6257,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6255\/revisions\/6257"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=6255"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=6255"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=6255"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nthe landscape I inherited,
\nthe beauty things,
\ndreams and patterns of myth –
\nI found myself walking.<\/p>\n
\nI remember too much.
\nFierce fires and shramming cold,
\nthe nature of myth and time,
\nbring me simplicity and strength.<\/p>\n
\nour greatest prophets go unnoticed.
\nOther times, hard times,
\nliving and battling through
\nphysical reality beyond the page.<\/p>\n
\ninner time \u2013 a simple story, simply told –
\nit stood for all that I’d had to give up.
\nThere will be only winter,
\nthe skies will fall.<\/p>\n
\nintuitive and emotional in its execution,
\nnuminous and emotional in me –
\nat the edge of the ceiling
\nthe stars will fly.<\/p>\n