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The Portrait<\/strong><\/p>\n I\u2019m not looking for perfection <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Jay Frankston<\/strong> was raised in Paris, France. Narrowly escaping the Holocaust he came to the U.S. in 1942, became a lawyer and practiced on his own in New York for nearly twenty years, reaching the top of his profession, sculpting and writing at the same time.\u00a0 He is the author of several books and of a true tale entitled A Christmas Story\u00a0<\/em> which was published in New York, condensed in Reader’s Digest, translated into 15 languages. El Sereno<\/em>, his latest novel.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" The Portrait I\u2019m not looking for perfection I don\u2019t really want it It is essence I seek, wholeness with blunders and errors and the unexpected surprise. The hand that shakes when you unwittingly are being the hero. From small talk and blabber to the sublime I treasure your humanity It must have […]<\/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-8860","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8860","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=8860"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8860\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":8862,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8860\/revisions\/8862"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=8860"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=8860"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=8860"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nI don\u2019t really want it
\nIt is essence I seek, wholeness
\nwith blunders and errors
\nand the unexpected surprise.
\nThe hand that shakes
\nwhen you unwittingly are being the hero.
\nFrom small talk and blabber
\nto the sublime
\nI treasure your humanity
\nIt must have room to breathe.
\nThe calluses on your hands
\nthe mud on your boots
\nthe cut under your lip
\nthe leaning shoulder
\nthe hesitation in your voice,
\nthey are a book we can all read.
\nBut don\u2019t be timid
\nnor aggressive, nor complacent.
\nYou speak more clearly
\nwhen you body is in motion.
\nIt is then that your portrait is complete.<\/p>\n