{"id":100865,"date":"2021-06-27T03:44:41","date_gmt":"2021-06-27T07:44:41","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=100865"},"modified":"2021-06-27T03:44:41","modified_gmt":"2021-06-27T07:44:41","slug":"motion-blur-mural-hour-nineteen-2021","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2021\/06\/motion-blur-mural-hour-nineteen-2021\/","title":{"rendered":"MOTION BLUR MURAL – Hour Nineteen (2021)"},"content":{"rendered":"

MOTION BLUR MURAL<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

I could write this piece as a landscape<\/span><\/p>\n

where it\u2019s always dawn or dusk<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 never night or noon<\/span><\/p>\n

where it\u2019s flat and mountainous<\/span><\/p>\n

where it\u2019s grassy and rocky<\/span><\/p>\n

where the cliffs are worn away by water<\/span><\/p>\n

where the sand was forged of the cliffside<\/span><\/p>\n

infinity\u2019s hourglass \/ roaring shore \/ tiny beads of release<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

oh shit you meant like a portrait of the<\/span> poet<\/span><\/i>?<\/span><\/p>\n

that one\u2019s a watercolor rainbow in profile<\/span><\/p>\n

looking lost in thought out over the water<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

wondering when I\u2019ll grow into my voice<\/span><\/p>\n

wondering when I\u2019ll grow out of my tits<\/span><\/p>\n

and then there\u2019s you, asking why I didn\u2019t choose <\/span>vice<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

as if a moral judgement on my body would purify me?<\/span><\/p>\n

are you actually asking me to tell you who I am?<\/span><\/p>\n

can\u2019t I just side with Eliot here and say the person<\/span><\/p>\n

who began this poem is not the person who will end it?<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

MOTION BLUR MURAL   I could write this piece as a landscape where it\u2019s always dawn or dusk \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 never night or noon where it\u2019s flat and mountainous…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1491,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-100865","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/100865","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1491"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=100865"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/100865\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":100873,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/100865\/revisions\/100873"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=100865"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=100865"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=100865"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}