{"id":9578,"date":"2015-11-23T09:00:24","date_gmt":"2015-11-23T09:00:24","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ink.verticalplus.co.uk\/archive\/?p=9578"},"modified":"2015-10-23T11:07:58","modified_gmt":"2015-10-23T11:07:58","slug":"richard-o%e2%80%99brien","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/richard-o%e2%80%99brien\/","title":{"rendered":"Richard O\u2019Brien"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Pont D\u00e9sert<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>This is municipal conscious uncoupling.<br \/>\nA man will arrive in a hi-vis coat<br \/>\nand load up a trolley with old love-tokens,<br \/>\nsawn from their moorings, a fence full of trash.<br \/>\nA crane will gloat over the heartless river.<br \/>\nOh, Seine-strollers, how could you entrust<br \/>\nthe bonds of your youth to this transient metal?<br \/>\nIs nothing safe from the trundling cart,<br \/>\nfrom the skip which yawns its attachment to no one,<br \/>\nthe civic machine, as it chews and discards?<\/p>\n<p>This is the infrastructure buckling<br \/>\nunder the weight of projected hope:<br \/>\nforty-five tonnes of fixed dreams have broken<br \/>\na railing. It&#8217;s failing. It threatens to crash.<br \/>\nThe locks made in China to last forever<br \/>\nhave keys which are lost; drowned in blankets of rust.<br \/>\nCould we try again now? With no pressure to put all<br \/>\nin one place, to cling, though we might come apart?<br \/>\nThe Mairie declares the bridge safe to re-open.<br \/>\nThe crowds drift over the Pont des Arts.<\/p>\n<p><strong><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>Richard O\u2019Brien<\/strong>\u2019s most recent pamphlet is<a href=\"http:\/\/www.valleypressuk.com\/inklines\/\" target=\"_blank\"> <em>A Bloody Mess<\/em>.<\/a> He was a winner of the inaugural London Book Fair Poetry Prize (Sonnet category) and is writing a practice-led PhD on the development of verse drama. His verse play, Free for All, premiered at the Edinburgh Fringe in August this year.\u00a0 Twitter: @notrockyhorror<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Pont D\u00e9sert This is municipal conscious uncoupling. A man will arrive in a hi-vis coat and load up a trolley with old love-tokens, sawn from their moorings, a fence full of trash. A crane will gloat over the heartless river. Oh, Seine-strollers, how could you entrust the bonds of your youth to [&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-9578","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9578","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=9578"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9578\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":9580,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9578\/revisions\/9580"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=9578"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=9578"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=9578"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}