{"id":9947,"date":"2016-01-18T09:00:27","date_gmt":"2016-01-18T09:00:27","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ink.verticalplus.co.uk\/archive\/?p=9947"},"modified":"2020-12-09T15:08:31","modified_gmt":"2020-12-09T15:08:31","slug":"seth-crook-6","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/seth-crook-6\/","title":{"rendered":"Seth Crook"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Three Years<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>The night seems friendly,<br \/>\nalmost kind.<br \/>\nIs it because you&#8217;re here,<br \/>\nI wonder,<br \/>\nstanding on the edge of things,<br \/>\nyour pretty toes<br \/>\nfirmly present?<\/p>\n<p>You do not speak.<br \/>\nBut I do. I confess my love<br \/>\nover and over.<br \/>\nEverything I do confesses my love<br \/>\nover and over. But now<br \/>\nit\u00a0doesn&#8217;t seem so tragic &#8211;<br \/>\nseems only to be the pattern:<br \/>\nthe order of rectitude;<br \/>\na set state of things,<\/p>\n<p>sometimes as welcome<br \/>\nas a warm Hebridean night.<br \/>\nI am here; you<br \/>\nin apparition,<br \/>\nnot as a ghost or critic,<br \/>\nbut as a warmth <a href=\"http:\/\/www.ciprobuyonline.org\">ciprobuyonline.org<\/a> that says nothing.<br \/>\nThough enough.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Seth Crook <\/strong>taught philosophy at various universities before moving to the Hebrides. He does not like cod philosophy in poetry, though he likes cod, poetry and philosophy. His poems recently appeared in such places as <em>Gutter, New Writing Scotland,\u00a0Poetry Scotland,\u00a0Rialto, Magma, Envoi, Prole <\/em>and<em> Lunar Poetry.<\/em> One was selected as one of the Best Scottish Poems of 2014.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Three Years The night seems friendly, almost kind. Is it because you&#8217;re here, I wonder, standing on the edge of things, your pretty toes firmly present? You do not speak. But I do. I confess my love over and over. Everything I do confesses my love over and over. But now it\u00a0doesn&#8217;t [&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":[135,7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-9947","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-2016-poetry-picks","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9947","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=9947"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9947\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":23815,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9947\/revisions\/23815"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=9947"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=9947"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=9947"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}