{"id":696,"date":"2010-05-31T08:17:31","date_gmt":"2010-05-31T08:17:31","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ink.verticalplus.co.uk\/archive\/?p=696"},"modified":"2010-05-31T08:17:31","modified_gmt":"2010-05-31T08:17:31","slug":"jacqueline-saphra-shows-us-the-opposite-of-houdini","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/jacqueline-saphra-shows-us-the-opposite-of-houdini\/","title":{"rendered":"Jacqueline Saphra shows us the opposite of Houdini"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><font style=\"font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono;\" size=\"2\"><span style=\"font-weight: bold;\">Bondage<\/span><br \/>&nbsp;<br \/>I once knew a woman who was Houdini\u2019s opposite. <br \/>No hands, unaided, she had taught herself to gag<br \/>her wants with masking tape, shackle her feet,<br \/>bind her own wrists in the manner of famous sadists. <br \/>She was a smouldering starlet, a five pointed miracle<br \/>artfully arranged on the crispness of linen. <br \/>She\u2019d brand the mattress with her hourglass <br \/>of flesh while she waited for her man to save her<br \/>and sure enough he\u2019d always turn up just in time<br \/>ready to rip the tape from her lips, slit the knots, <br \/>turn the key and set her free to perform her act <br \/>over and over, each time with more of that slick,<br \/>irresistible conviction. What pleasure was there.<br \/>She called it love. He called it getting a grip. <\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: bold;\"><br \/>* Jacqueline Saphra<\/span>\u2019s poetry has been widely published and her plays performed on stage and television. She has won several awards including first prize in the Ledbury Poetry Competition. Her pamphlet, <span style=\"font-style: italic;\">Rock\u2019n\u2019Roll Mamma<\/span> (Flarestack) will be followed this year by her first collection <span style=\"font-style: italic;\">The Kitchen of Lovely Contraptions<\/span>&nbsp; (flipped eye &#8211; supported by The Arts Council of England.)<br \/><\/font><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Bondage&nbsp;I once knew a woman who was Houdini\u2019s opposite. No hands, unaided, she had taught herself to gagher wants with masking tape, shackle her feet,bind her own wrists in the manner of famous sadists. She was a smouldering starlet, a five pointed miracleartfully arranged on the crispness of linen. She\u2019d brand the mattress with her [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","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-696","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/696","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\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=696"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/696\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=696"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=696"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=696"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}