{"id":109505,"date":"2022-06-25T12:38:30","date_gmt":"2022-06-25T16:38:30","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/?p=109505"},"modified":"2022-06-25T13:51:58","modified_gmt":"2022-06-25T17:51:58","slug":"hour-four-millennium-nostalgia-circa-2122","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2022\/06\/hour-four-millennium-nostalgia-circa-2122\/","title":{"rendered":"HOUR FOUR: Millennium Nostalgia: Circa 2122"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><b>MILLENNIUM NOSTALGIA: CIRCA 2122<\/b><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>once there was a time unmediated<\/p>\n<p>where black mirrors were an accident<\/p>\n<p>but the digital decay has heaped up all around<\/p>\n<p>covered by domes or just proximity<\/p>\n<p>with no difference between skin and an interface<\/p>\n<p>that world of rawness, rocks and twigs<\/p>\n<p>unreachable now as clean water<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>once there was a time when music was made,<\/p>\n<p>art, literature, goods, all by human beings<\/p>\n<p>with hearts and hopes and wickedness<\/p>\n<p>but those were hands who made their own worlds<\/p>\n<p>now our hands receive without any part in making<\/p>\n<p>our minds call forth what we wish and we<\/p>\n<p>having never heard of a monkey\u2019s paw,<\/p>\n<p>(or even a real monkey) receive with insatiable delight<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>all our desires fulfilled- fruit that never goes bad<\/p>\n<p>girls who never grow old. perverse plastic perfection<\/p>\n<p>and outside the bubble, the consumed, the rot<\/p>\n<p>which we haven\u2019t found a way to repurpose yet but<\/p>\n<p>just give us another 20 years of glamor and greed<\/p>\n<p>and surely by then we\u2019ll have gotten around<\/p>\n<p>to grinding away any proof that Earth Herself<\/p>\n<p>was ever more than another ancient legend.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>MILLENNIUM NOSTALGIA: CIRCA 2122 &nbsp; once there was a time unmediated where black mirrors were an accident but the digital decay has heaped up all around covered by domes or just proximity with no difference between skin and an interface that world of rawness, rocks&#8230;<\/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-109505","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/109505","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=109505"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/109505\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":109683,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/109505\/revisions\/109683"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=109505"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=109505"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=109505"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}