{"id":7826,"date":"2014-12-13T09:00:29","date_gmt":"2014-12-13T09:00:29","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ink.verticalplus.co.uk\/archive\/?p=7826"},"modified":"2014-11-29T13:12:33","modified_gmt":"2014-11-29T13:12:33","slug":"paul-clyne","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/paul-clyne\/","title":{"rendered":"Paul Clyne"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>The House in Which You Do Not Live<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>There\u2019s a knack to unlocking<br \/>\nthe door you\u2019re unfamiliar with,<br \/>\na certain wiggle of the key.<br \/>\nImagine yourself navigating<br \/>\nits long and echoing corridor,<br \/>\nclimbing the staircase<br \/>\nto the mouth of a silent room.<br \/>\nIn the manner of a tourist<br \/>\ndraw a mental map : yourself,<br \/>\nstood by an unlit fire<br \/>\nquestioning the brass tack of things.<br \/>\nNow. I want you to cross the floor.<br \/>\nSwitch on that naked bulb.<br \/>\nI need you to fully experience<br \/>\nthe splendour of this house in which<br \/>\nyou do not live. And, eventually,<br \/>\nwhen the time seems right,<br \/>\nI want you to undrape the heavy cloth<br \/>\nfrom this trio of gilded mirrors<br \/>\nexposing a set of features<br \/>\nthat pixelate between yours,<br \/>\nyour mother\u2019s and your father\u2019s,<br \/>\neach of you stunned as the other<br \/>\nto be speaking at last<br \/>\nin tongues your hearts<br \/>\nhad refused to remember<br \/>\nand only now begin to own.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Paul Clyne<\/strong> lives and works in Fife, Scotland. His poetry has appeared previously in <em>Magma<\/em> magazine and he has work forthcoming at <em>The Open Mouse<\/em> later this year. His website can be found at <a href=\"http:\/\/paulclyne.moonfruit.com\/\" target=\"_blank\">http:\/\/paulclyne.moonfruit.com<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; The House in Which You Do Not Live There\u2019s a knack to unlocking the door you\u2019re unfamiliar with, a certain wiggle of the key. Imagine yourself navigating its long and echoing corridor, climbing the staircase to the mouth of a silent room. In the manner of a tourist draw a mental map [&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-7826","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7826","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=7826"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7826\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":7829,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7826\/revisions\/7829"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=7826"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=7826"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=7826"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}