{"id":7008,"date":"2014-07-10T08:00:10","date_gmt":"2014-07-10T08:00:10","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ink.verticalplus.co.uk\/archive\/?p=7008"},"modified":"2014-06-27T09:42:40","modified_gmt":"2014-06-27T09:42:40","slug":"helen-calcutt-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/helen-calcutt-2\/","title":{"rendered":"Helen Calcutt"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>In January<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>The sun corrected its knife<br \/>\nagainst the black door and the world<br \/>\nblanched the fruit of its market.<\/p>\n<p>I pushed my hand<br \/>\ninto the earth. Moved about \u2018till I found the thing I thought I wanted.<\/p>\n<p>I didn&#8217;t know, I couldn&#8217;t see it.<\/p>\n<p>Distant trees<br \/>\nwaved their deliberate locks<\/p>\n<p>I watched<\/p>\n<p>as if they had detached from the skull of God.<\/p>\n<p>As if the joint of the sun<br \/>\nhad bent to crack its shelves on<br \/>\nmy heart in particular.<\/p>\n<p>As if the body of the dew<br \/>\nhad fixed the native sap of its tongue<\/p>\n<p>forged<\/p>\n<p>the apple of my mouth.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Helen Calcutt<\/strong> is a poet,<a href=\"http:\/\/alicebarefoot.org\/\" target=\"_blank\">\u00a0dance artist<\/a> and journalist.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; In January The sun corrected its knife against the black door and the world blanched the fruit of its market. I pushed my hand into the earth. Moved about \u2018till I found the thing I thought I wanted. I didn&#8217;t know, I couldn&#8217;t see it. Distant trees waved their deliberate locks I [&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-7008","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7008","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=7008"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7008\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":7010,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7008\/revisions\/7010"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=7008"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=7008"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=7008"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}