{"id":260,"date":"2017-01-22T23:01:10","date_gmt":"2017-01-22T23:01:10","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.gillianclarke.co.uk\/gc2017\/?page_id=260"},"modified":"2017-01-22T23:02:44","modified_gmt":"2017-01-22T23:02:44","slug":"notes-october","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"http:\/\/www.gillianclarke.co.uk\/gc2017\/notes-october\/","title":{"rendered":"Notes: October"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Your questions about October<br \/>\nTo read poem click the link at the bottom<\/p>\n<p>Q Who&#8217;s the poem about?<br \/>\nA A friend who was a poet and an actress. Her name was Frances Horovitz.When someone the same age as you dies, it is shocking. She was too young to die.<\/p>\n<p>Q Why did you call it October?<br \/>\nA She died in October. It can be a sad month. Summer is over, as her life was. The weather was wet and stormy, reflecting our emotions.<\/p>\n<p>Q Where are you in the first verse? Is it a different place from where the funeral took place?<br \/>\nA Yes, two different places. The first verse describes the scene in the garden on the October day when the poem was written. Summer&#8217;s finished, the flowers are dead. Wind has broken a branch in one of five poplar trees. The tree itself, and the other trees, are healthy and sound, their leaves turning gold &#8211; just as I and most of my friends and family were alive and well. There is a parallel between the trees and the friends, the living and the dead. I wrote the poem while remembering the funeral, a few days earlier, where rain and tears mixed on people&#8217;s faces.<\/p>\n<p>Q Did you write the poem as therapy? If not, why did you write it?<br \/>\nA I make poems about everything because I am a poet, never for therapy, though poetry does help you to think about difficult things, like death.<\/p>\n<p>Q What are the wind&#8217;s white steps? Why does the pen run?<br \/>\nA When wind blows over long grass, green turns silver. The death of a friend makes you determined to waste no time and to make the most of your life. So &#8216;I must write like the wind&#8217;. The wind over the grass turns into an image for the feeling of panic to see, experience, record everything.<\/p>\n<p>Q Why does health feel like pain?<br \/>\nA When someone your age dies you feel guilty about being alive and well.<\/p>\n<p>Q What is the death-day?<br \/>\nA We are all born. We all die. We know our birthday, but not our death day. I was suddenly aware that I pass that date every year without knowing it, &#8216;winning ground&#8217;.<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/www.gillianclarke.co.uk\/gc2017\/october\/\">Read the Poem<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Your questions about October To read poem click the link at the bottom Q Who&#8217;s the poem about? A A friend who was a poet and an actress. Her name was Frances Horovitz.When someone the same age as you dies, it is shocking. She was too young to die. Q Why did you call it&hellip; <a class=\"more-link\" href=\"http:\/\/www.gillianclarke.co.uk\/gc2017\/notes-october\/\">Continue reading <span class=\"screen-reader-text\">Notes: October<\/span> <span class=\"meta-nav\" aria-hidden=\"true\">&rarr;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"parent":0,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"footnotes":""},"class_list":["post-260","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/P8lhFD-4c","_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.gillianclarke.co.uk\/gc2017\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/260","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.gillianclarke.co.uk\/gc2017\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.gillianclarke.co.uk\/gc2017\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.gillianclarke.co.uk\/gc2017\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.gillianclarke.co.uk\/gc2017\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=260"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"http:\/\/www.gillianclarke.co.uk\/gc2017\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/260\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":265,"href":"http:\/\/www.gillianclarke.co.uk\/gc2017\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/260\/revisions\/265"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.gillianclarke.co.uk\/gc2017\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=260"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}