{"id":64932,"date":"2014-03-25T09:43:47","date_gmt":"2014-03-25T09:43:47","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.3ammagazine.com\/3am\/?p=64932"},"modified":"2014-03-25T21:10:08","modified_gmt":"2014-03-25T21:10:08","slug":"alison-gibb","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.3ammagazine.com\/3am\/alison-gibb\/","title":{"rendered":"I am her.e"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>By Alison Gibb.<\/p>\n<p>\t\t\tI owl people observer of gold<br \/>\n\t\t\torbits 270 \u00b0 in any direction<br \/>\n\t\t\tproclaims my silence \u2013<br \/>\n\t\t\tfixed in sockets of density<br \/>\n\t\t\tunconscious play from side to side<br \/>\n\t\t\tto  c l e a r  m y  v i s i o n  s u r f a c e s <\/p>\n<p>\t\t\tdangerously as truth  I am  her.e<br \/>\n\t\t\tto be assertive &amp; hearing h a r m<\/p>\n<p>\t\t\to n i o u s l y the front edges<br \/>\n\t\t\t&amp; the downy feathers of language <\/p>\n<p>\t\t\t&amp; listening<br \/>\n\t\t\twith my inner self study <\/p>\n<p>\t\t\t&amp; happening<br \/>\n\t\t\tbehind the scenes cultivates  a tolerance  <\/p>\n<p>\t\t\tfor roses &amp; old photographers given<br \/>\n\t\t\tconfigure an atmosphere in repetition I <\/p>\n<p>\t\t\tam her.e daughter of Icarius<br \/>\n\t\t\thung in grief  I am her<br \/>\n\t\t\tErigone transported<\/p>\n<p>\t\t\tto everlasting  glory the heavens<br \/>\n\t\t\tCanis Minor &amp; the rise &amp; fall of Ziggy <\/p>\n<p>\t\t\tStardust represented by a fe.male<br \/>\n\t\t\tas p o t e n t i a l l y creative girl <\/p>\n<p>\t\t\tdelicate lovely <\/p>\n<p>\t\t\ta space invader coming for you<br \/>\n\t\t\tconcealed in shrewd emotion<\/p>\n<p>\t\t\t&amp; practical<br \/>\n\t\t\t&amp; yet unassuming well-spoken<br \/>\n\t\t\t&amp; wise<br \/>\n\t\t\t&amp; witty<br \/>\n\t\t\t&amp; considerably mental  <\/p>\n<p>\t\t\ti n g e n u i t y with the ability to<br \/>\n\t\t\tproduce a clear analysis <\/p>\n<p>\t\t\to v e r  w h e l m i n g attraction dis t o r t s<br \/>\n\t\t\tI radius toward an outcome of joy<br \/>\n\t\t\twashed with river water &amp; silt<br \/>\n\t\t\tOut of sight it passes swimming<br \/>\n\t\t\tas red t-shirts and blue eyes are<br \/>\n\t\t\tgreen  I am her <\/p>\n<p>\t\t\tof expression<br \/>\n\t\t\tof desire brings art<br \/>\n\t\t\tof love<br \/>\n\t\t\tslows down limited objects<\/p>\n<p>\t\t\tin pink in the black in the road<br \/>\n\t\t\ton the roof  I am here garden<br \/>\n\t\t\t&amp; tea diffused with carnival blossom<br \/>\n\t\t\t&amp; refracted autumn light flash<br \/>\n\t\t\tto deep to dig up to deep I reverberate<br \/>\n\t\t\t&amp; I am afternoon<\/p>\n<p>\t\t\tof expression<br \/>\n\t\t\tof desire brings art<br \/>\n\t\t\tof love<br \/>\n\t\t\tslows down limited objects<\/p>\n<p>\t\t\tI am her sky dreaming on the bench<br \/>\n\t\t\ton the lawn where white painted<br \/>\n\t\t\tlines demarcate hope soft &amp; warm<br \/>\n\t\t\tl i k e brushed cotton sheets<br \/>\n\t\t\tcandy striped p a s t e l  s<\/p>\n<p>\t\t\tof expression<br \/>\n\t\t\tof desire brings art<br \/>\n\t\t\tof love<br \/>\n\t\t\tslows down limited objects<\/p>\n<p>\t\t\tI am here in wood<br \/>\n\t\t\tfluorescent with lichen I<br \/>\n\t\t\tb r e a t h e in sap am sticky in convention<br \/>\n\t\t\t&amp; set in sparks  s p a r k l i n g<br \/>\n\t\t\tI am fireplace  <\/p>\n<p>\t\t\tof expression<br \/>\n\t\t\tof desire brings art<br \/>\n\t\t\tof love<br \/>\n\t\t\tslows down limited objects<\/p>\n<p>\t\t\tl o c a t e d  I a m  h e r<br \/>\n\t\t\tamongst others to be heard<br \/>\n\t\t\tand to be seen through g l a s s<br \/>\n\t\t\tcovered walls <\/p>\n<p>\t\t\tof expression<br \/>\n\t\t\tof desire brings art<br \/>\n\t\t\tof love<br \/>\n\t\t\tslows down limited objects<\/p>\n<p>\t\t\t&amp; practical<br \/>\n\t\t\t&amp; yet unassuming well-spoken<br \/>\n\t\t\t&amp; wise<br \/>\n\t\t\t&amp; witty<br \/>\n\t\t\t&amp; considerably mental  <\/p>\n<p>\t\t\ti n g e n u i t y  with the ability to<br \/>\n\t\t\tproduce a clear analysis <\/p>\n<p>\t\t\tLanguage used correctly clearly<br \/>\n\t\t\tconsciously &amp; formally in machine drawings<br \/>\n\t\t\tsurveys both sexes tempts moral prudence<br \/>\n\t\t\tis said to govern hands loyal and determined<br \/>\n\t\t\tthere.after of love slows down limited objects <\/p>\n<p><img fetchpriority=\"high\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/www.3ammagazine.com\/3am\/\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/03\/Alison-Gibb-3am-photo-2014-300x209.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"209\" class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-64933\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.3ammagazine.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/03\/Alison-Gibb-3am-photo-2014-300x209.jpg 300w, https:\/\/www.3ammagazine.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/03\/Alison-Gibb-3am-photo-2014.jpg 635w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px\" \/><\/p>\n<p><strong>ABOUT THE AUTHOR<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>Alison Gibb<\/strong> is a British poet.  She holds a BA (Hons) in Fine Art from Goldsmiths College, an MA in Writing Poetry and a MFA in Creative Writing from Kingston University. Her practice crosses the disciplines of poetry, art, installation, performance sound-art and performance writing. Essentially experimental, Alison&#8217;s work investigates language through explorations into creative processes, artistic methods of making and critical theories. Alison is an Emerging Writer in Residence at Kingston University and a practice-led PhD researcher at the Department of English, Royal Holloway, University of London. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/www.3ammagazine.com\/3am\/\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/03\/Alison-Gibb-3am-photo-2014-420x179.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"420\" height=\"179\" class=\"alignnone size-thumbnail wp-image-64933\" \/><\/p>\n<p>o v e r  w h e l m i n g attraction dis t o r t s<br \/>\n\t\t\tI radius toward an outcome of joy<br \/>\n\t\t\twashed with river water &amp; silt<br \/>\n\t\t\tOut of sight it passes swimming<br \/>\n\t\t\tas red t-shirts and blue eyes are<br \/>\n\t\t\tgreen  I am her <\/p>\n<p>\t\t\tof expression<br \/>\n\t\t\tof desire brings art<br \/>\n\t\t\tof love<br \/>\n\t\t\tslows down limited objects<\/p>\n<p>By <strong>Alison Gibb.<\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":155,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"ngg_post_thumbnail":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-64932","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.3ammagazine.com\/3am\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/64932","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.3ammagazine.com\/3am\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.3ammagazine.com\/3am\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.3ammagazine.com\/3am\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/155"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.3ammagazine.com\/3am\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=64932"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.3ammagazine.com\/3am\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/64932\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.3ammagazine.com\/3am\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=64932"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.3ammagazine.com\/3am\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=64932"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.3ammagazine.com\/3am\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=64932"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}