{"id":8854,"date":"2015-07-24T08:00:23","date_gmt":"2015-07-24T08:00:23","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ink.verticalplus.co.uk\/archive\/?p=8854"},"modified":"2015-06-28T13:46:42","modified_gmt":"2015-06-28T13:46:43","slug":"charlie-hill-3","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/charlie-hill-3\/","title":{"rendered":"Charlie Hill"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>This chaos<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>We live, perhaps, in a lawless world,<br \/>\nrejoicing as it does in the wild swings<br \/>\nof good against bad, confounded<br \/>\nby questions of maplines<br \/>\nand economics<br \/>\nand the democratic process,<br \/>\ninformed by gods,<br \/>\nthe tensile strength of duplicitous reason,<br \/>\nby spatters of blood.<\/p>\n<p>And yet, in all this vital disorder,<br \/>\nthis human-threatening human flux,<br \/>\nI can&#8217;t quite flap the feeling out of my hapless sickened bones,<br \/>\nthat there is a truth<br \/>\nthat mocks this chaos with its constancy,<br \/>\neven as it underwrites more chaos still.<\/p>\n<p>For it seems to me, that<br \/>\nours is a civilisation built on war,<br \/>\nand a civilisation built on war<br \/>\nis no such thing.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Charlie Hill<\/strong> is a writer from Birmingham. Both of his novels have been critically acclaimed. His short stories have appeared in many publications in print and online.\u00a0 Website:<br \/>\n<a href=\"http:\/\/www.charliehill.org.uk\/\" target=\"_blank\">\u00a0http:\/\/www.charliehill.org.uk\/<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; This chaos We live, perhaps, in a lawless world, rejoicing as it does in the wild swings of good against bad, confounded by questions of maplines and economics and the democratic process, informed by gods, the tensile strength of duplicitous reason, by spatters of blood. And yet, in all this vital disorder, [&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-8854","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8854","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=8854"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8854\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":8855,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8854\/revisions\/8855"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=8854"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=8854"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=8854"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}