{"id":752,"date":"2010-07-22T11:00:00","date_gmt":"2010-07-22T11:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ink.verticalplus.co.uk\/archive\/?p=752"},"modified":"2010-07-22T11:00:00","modified_gmt":"2010-07-22T11:00:00","slug":"jane-monsons-negative-theology","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/jane-monsons-negative-theology\/","title":{"rendered":"Jane Monson's negative theology"},"content":{"rendered":"

Via Negativa<\/span>


My mother was not Christ, but she was spat at. My father was not Christ, but he didn\u2019t always know this. The two of them met in a garden, but they were not Adam and Eve. And when my mother became pregnant, this was considered a miracle, and when pregnant again, this was nothing short of Blake\u2019s sunflower vision. But we are none of these things. When my mother had an epileptic attack, she looked like a monster. Of course, she was not possessed, but as children we didn\u2019t always know this. What she was, was spat at. Someone we didn\u2019t know, who was more needle than skin, more threadbare than whole, turned his mouth to her as she fitted on the pavement; emptied his tongue, and told her to get up. Beside her, flowers shook their heads behind a newly built wall. She\u2019d made the bricks bleed on her way down, and narrowly missed the plaque that named them the city\u2019s best roses. <\/span>




*<\/span>Dr <\/span>Jane Monson<\/span> works as a writer and teacher in Cambridge, London and abroad. She was short-listed for an Eric Gregory, commended by the Writers' Centre Norwich, and is editor of The Anthology of Contemporary British Prose Poetry<\/span>.  Her first collection Speaking Without Tongues<\/span> is forthcoming from Cinnamon Press.<\/span><\/font><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Via NegativaMy mother was not Christ, but she was spat at. My father was not Christ, but he didn\u2019t always know this. The two of them met in a garden, but they were not Adam and Eve. And when my mother became pregnant, this was considered a miracle, and when pregnant again, this was nothing […]<\/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-752","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/752","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=752"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/752\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=752"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=752"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=752"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}