{"id":130338,"date":"2023-09-02T12:56:31","date_gmt":"2023-09-02T16:56:31","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=130338"},"modified":"2023-09-02T13:54:15","modified_gmt":"2023-09-02T17:54:15","slug":"discernment-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2023\/09\/discernment-2\/","title":{"rendered":"Discernment"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Don\u2019t you know? <i>Don\u2019t you know?<br \/>\n<\/i>It means nothing, <i>nothing<br \/>\n<\/i>Without a cup of tea.<\/p>\n<p><i>Without a cup of tea?<br \/>\n<\/i>Nothing.<br \/>\nWell. Don\u2019t you know.<\/p>\n<p>The lift is broken. The lift. <i>Broken<\/i>.<br \/>\nWe\u2019ll have to use the stairs. The<i> stairs.<br \/>\n<\/i>The tea could spill.<\/p>\n<p>People could be injured. <i>Injured<\/i>.<br \/>\nBy the tea. The tea that <i>spilled.<br \/>\n<\/i>How could you.<\/p>\n<p>The downstairs kitchen? It\u2019s very\u2026 <i>small<\/i>.<br \/>\nOne kettle. <i>One kettle?!<br \/>\n<\/i>We simply cannot talk about the downstairs kitchen.<\/p>\n<p>Have the tea\u2026 <em>upstairs?<\/em><i><br \/>\n<\/i>That might work. <i>Could that work?<br \/>\n<\/i>We shall have to form a subcommittee.<\/p>\n<p>Aha. <i>Aha.<\/i> The queues. <i>The queues.<br \/>\n<\/i>The queues for tea. <i>The flow will slow.<br \/>\n<\/i>We\u2019ll be backed up.<\/p>\n<p>It can\u2019t be done.<i> Can\u2019t be done.<br \/>\n<\/i>No I think not at all. At <i>all.<br \/>\n<\/i>We can\u2019t serve cups of tea, you see.<\/p>\n<p>And without the tea? <i>Without the tea??<br \/>\n<\/i>It means nothing. <i>Don\u2019t you understand.<br \/>\n<\/i>Nothing at all.<\/p>\n<p>Perhaps. <i>Perhaps. <\/i>Perhaps,<br \/>\nWe\u2019re getting a little off-track.<br \/>\n\u2026Perhaps.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Don\u2019t you know? Don\u2019t you know? It means nothing, nothing Without a cup of tea. Without a cup of tea? Nothing. Well. Don\u2019t you know. The lift is broken. The lift. Broken. We\u2019ll have to use the stairs. The stairs. The tea could spill. People&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2314,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-130338","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/130338","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\/2314"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=130338"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/130338\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":130419,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/130338\/revisions\/130419"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=130338"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=130338"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=130338"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}