{"id":81770,"date":"2016-11-06T13:06:02","date_gmt":"2016-11-06T13:06:02","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.3ammagazine.com\/3am\/?p=81770"},"modified":"2016-11-06T19:08:53","modified_gmt":"2016-11-06T19:08:53","slug":"mattispence","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.3ammagazine.com\/3am\/mattispence\/","title":{"rendered":"[Either is good] &#038; other poems"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>By Matti Spence.<\/p>\n<p><strong>[Either is good]<\/strong>  <\/p>\n<p>Either is good &#160;&#160;   the moor my call kept cold<br \/>\nlike eggs in trays &#160;&#160;   the wash<br \/>\nwhere grey makes strange the greens<br \/>\na path about the scene&#8217;s meridians<br \/>\nI have sat here night<br \/>\nand day   that is<br \/>\nin the night and the day time<br \/>\nBlack and yellow \u2013  the sun primes the scene for a crow<br \/>\na line of tiled houses the spectacular<br \/>\nday-into-night of basically objects<br \/>\nor the elevation &#160;&#160;   not the dualistic containment of<br \/>\nspirit spread about the moor&#8217;s undeadness<br \/>\nNot&#160;&#160;  a plate of glass&#160;&#160;   No<br \/>\nthrough it<br \/>\nFlat-plain things to tour a landscape true<br \/>\nbark rot blues at lightrise rabbits prised<br \/>\nand foxes from the burrowed earth<br \/>\nfrom lane-side&#8217;s bee-loud burst<br \/>\nI have sat here like a bottle extracting tints<br \/>\nfrom the clear light&#160;&#160;&#160;   my containment<br \/>\nis pure notness<br \/>\nlisten to the notes they are the creation<br \/>\nof my variation on fullness <\/p>\n<p><strong>Petrol station <\/strong><\/p>\n<p>Have you ever thought   she asks<br \/>\nthe sun is conscious?    Rows of stacked<br \/>\nchocolate kept cool by an air<br \/>\n&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;                                           conditioning<br \/>\nunit<br \/>\nIt isn&#8217;t fair&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;    they are saying<br \/>\nlaughing&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;    he came from the north<br \/>\nexpecting snow&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;    now look at him<br \/>\nwith that<br \/>\n&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;            nozzle<br \/>\nMatti    did you stack<br \/>\nthe milk with&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;    the dates going<br \/>\nbackwards?&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;    I did but isn&#8217;t<br \/>\nit strange<br \/>\nlittle snapshots of star formations<br \/>\n&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;                             contained<br \/>\nin coloured bottles&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;        fastened with<br \/>\nplastic strapping <\/p>\n<p><strong>[When the wind&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;   it releases the light]<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>When the wind&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;   it releases the light&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;    comes from the end<br \/>\nof the path to the other<br \/>\nand a man carrying a shovel where the three meets tie<br \/>\nhas come from Sharpham Meadows the bur<br \/>\nial ground<br \/>\nI ask (unfortunate question)&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;   off to do some gardening<br \/>\nas I sd&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;    unfortunate<br \/>\nhe then&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;   believe it or not I&#8217;ve just come from Sharpham Meadows<br \/>\nthe burial ground<br \/>\nWhich I know from my time with JR on the coll<br \/>\naboration working by the still pool and the guests<br \/>\nlike gusts for the weekend arriving<br \/>\nSomebody has put down paving slabs across the mud<br \/>\nsomebody has left coloured slips of cloth<br \/>\nhas tattered tied them like little stoppages of blood<br \/>\nto the lime&#8217;s low August hood<br \/>\nWhat was I expecting&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;    the air to halo itself<br \/>\nto arrange me a realization    <\/p>\n<p><img fetchpriority=\"high\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/www.3ammagazine.com\/3am\/\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/11\/3am-photo-199x300.jpg\" alt=\"3am-photo\" width=\"199\" height=\"300\" class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-82657\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.3ammagazine.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/11\/3am-photo-199x300.jpg 199w, https:\/\/www.3ammagazine.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/11\/3am-photo-768x1155.jpg 768w, https:\/\/www.3ammagazine.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/11\/3am-photo-681x1024.jpg 681w, https:\/\/www.3ammagazine.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/11\/3am-photo.jpg 1500w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 199px) 100vw, 199px\" \/><\/p>\n<p><strong>ABOUT THE AUTHOR<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>Matti Spence<\/strong> is a poet and street musician based in Totnes, Devon. Examples of his work can be found in journals such as <em>The Lighthouse, The Rialto<\/em> and <em>Southerly<\/em>, with some recent sound recordings now available on Archive of the Now. Matti is currently beginning a fellowship as part of St Ethelburga&#8217;s Spiritual Ecology Youth Programme, where he is developing a community writing project based on poetry and pilgrimage. This summer he participated in the Enemies Project South West Poetry tour.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/www.3ammagazine.com\/3am\/\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/11\/3am-photo-420x179.jpg\" alt=\"3am-photo\" width=\"420\" height=\"179\" class=\"alignnone size-thumbnail wp-image-82657\" \/><\/p>\n<p>It isn&#8217;t fair&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;    they are saying<br \/>\nlaughing&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;    he came from the north<br \/>\nexpecting snow&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;    now look at him<br \/>\nwith that<br \/>\n&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;            nozzle<br \/>\nMatti    did you stack<br \/>\nthe milk with&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;    the dates going<br \/>\nbackwards?&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;    I did but isn&#8217;t<br \/>\nit strange   <\/p>\n<p>New poetry by <strong>Matti Spence<\/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-81770","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.3ammagazine.com\/3am\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/81770","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=81770"}],"version-history":[{"count":10,"href":"https:\/\/www.3ammagazine.com\/3am\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/81770\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":82665,"href":"https:\/\/www.3ammagazine.com\/3am\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/81770\/revisions\/82665"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.3ammagazine.com\/3am\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=81770"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.3ammagazine.com\/3am\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=81770"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.3ammagazine.com\/3am\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=81770"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}