{"id":704,"date":"2010-06-09T07:00:00","date_gmt":"2010-06-09T07:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ink.verticalplus.co.uk\/archive\/?p=704"},"modified":"2010-06-09T07:00:00","modified_gmt":"2010-06-09T07:00:00","slug":"two-short-poems-from-rufo-quintavalle","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/two-short-poems-from-rufo-quintavalle\/","title":{"rendered":"Two short poems from Rufo Quintavalle"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><font style=\"font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono;\" size=\"2\"><span style=\"font-weight: bold;\">Constellations<\/span><\/p>\n<p>When I dream of escape, I see a path<br \/>from country to country<br \/>from woman to woman<br \/>like those lines which make stars<br \/>become ploughs or hunters;<br \/>when I dream of this route<br \/>that draws itself<br \/>it is of life\u2019s end that I dream,<br \/>from where the path, <br \/>inexistent before,<br \/>makes beautiful,<br \/>final sense.<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: bold;\">White on white<\/span><\/p>\n<p>You don\u2019t call it waking<br \/>when you haven\u2019t slept;<\/p>\n<p>on the desk a porcelain vase<br \/>with brittle discs of honesty.<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: bold;\">* Rufo Quintavalle<\/span> was born in London in 1978 and lives in Paris. He is the author of the chapbook, <span style=\"font-style: italic;\">Make Nothing Happen<\/span> (<a href=\"http:\/\/www.oystercatcherpress.com\/\">Oystercatcher Press<\/a>, 2009), is on the editorial board of <span style=\"font-style: italic;\">Upstairs at Duroc<\/span> and is currently Acting Poetry Editor for the online magazine, <a href=\"http:\/\/www.nthposition.com\/\">nthposition<\/a>.<\/font><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Constellations When I dream of escape, I see a pathfrom country to countryfrom woman to womanlike those lines which make starsbecome ploughs or hunters;when I dream of this routethat draws itselfit is of life\u2019s end that I dream,from where the path, inexistent before,makes beautiful,final sense. White on white You don\u2019t call it wakingwhen you haven\u2019t [&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-704","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/704","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=704"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/704\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=704"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=704"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=704"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}