{"id":7088,"date":"2014-07-27T08:00:33","date_gmt":"2014-07-27T08:00:33","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ink.verticalplus.co.uk\/archive\/?p=7088"},"modified":"2014-06-28T10:44:35","modified_gmt":"2014-06-28T10:44:35","slug":"edd-ferrari","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/edd-ferrari\/","title":{"rendered":"Edd Ferrari"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>True Grit<\/strong><br \/>\n<em>for Barbara Hodgson<\/em><\/p>\n<p>This morning \u2018Itsy Bitsy Teenie Weenie Yellow Polka Dot Bikini\u2019<br \/>\njangles out the radio and you remember holidays at Tintagel\u2014<br \/>\non edge, on the edge in caravan with mam and dad and nan,<br \/>\ncome down from up North to grin and bear grim hols.<br \/>\nYou remember the endless games of monopoly you play to lose,<br \/>\nas the endless waves come clopping into the rocks below<br \/>\nas the cloud of your mam\u2019s perfume starts to diffuse<br \/>\nand the 1960s swells up through th\u2019transistor radio\u2014<br \/>\nAfraid to come out in the open; out at sea,<br \/>\ncomes \u2018Itsy Bitsy Teenie Weenie Yellow Polka Dot Bikini,\u2019<br \/>\nAt broadcast the lights of Ireland stop and start\u2014<br \/>\nand I imagine you staring up into th\u2019fragile dark,<br \/>\nmouthing along before bed, praying for the years to pass<br \/>\nas, elsewhere, th\u2019third pint washes its tidemark up the glass.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>After a visit from Wes Magee at primary school <strong>Edd Ferrari<\/strong> decided to write poetry. Having done this in Krakow and Lodz, Poland he\u2019s now moving on to Redlands in Southern California. Close-readings of Northern poems <a href=\"http:\/\/therepublicofyorkshire.blogspot.co.uk\/\" target=\"_blank\">@therepublicofyorkshire.blogspot.co.uk<\/a> and tweets @ermferrari.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp; &nbsp; True Grit for Barbara Hodgson This morning \u2018Itsy Bitsy Teenie Weenie Yellow Polka Dot Bikini\u2019 jangles out the radio and you remember holidays at Tintagel\u2014 on edge, on the edge in caravan with mam and dad and nan, come down from up North to grin and bear grim hols. You remember the endless [&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-7088","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7088","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=7088"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7088\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":7091,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7088\/revisions\/7091"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=7088"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=7088"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=7088"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}