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Encountered a man<\/strong><\/p>\n ‘And I, too, used to carve and serve up <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Rob Yates<\/strong> is moving through South-East Asia trying to make his money stretch. He has just finished a first novel, entitled Trumbling Grandsire.<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Encountered a man ‘And I, too, used to carve and serve up great failures for myself in youth,’ said the old flapping man. I met him on a bus throttling ourselves south to stay warm. I had bundled sorrowfully into a corner hoping for silence and majesty when this tale-teller accosted me in […]<\/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-7651","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7651","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=7651"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7651\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":7654,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7651\/revisions\/7654"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=7651"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=7651"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=7651"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\ngreat failures for myself
\nin youth,’
\nsaid the old flapping man.
\nI met him on a bus
\nthrottling ourselves south to stay warm.
\nI had bundled sorrowfully
\ninto a corner hoping for silence and majesty
\nwhen this tale-teller
\naccosted me in peace and forced my ears,
\n‘I, too, have gazed at that frost…’
\n(indeed, it was cold on the fields)
\n‘\u2026 and shuddered.’
\nI dozed amidst his talk,
\nhe cawed like all men do,
\nI was just a tired old bird like him,
\ndozed and clucked and dozed.<\/p>\n