{"id":132362,"date":"2023-09-02T15:08:30","date_gmt":"2023-09-02T19:08:30","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=132362"},"modified":"2023-09-02T15:09:26","modified_gmt":"2023-09-02T19:09:26","slug":"hour-7-aphantasia","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2023\/09\/hour-7-aphantasia\/","title":{"rendered":"Hour 7 &#8211; Aphantasia"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Aphantasia<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Imagine a world not of images but of words,<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">A world where when asked to picture something<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">You instead write a mental novel or soliloquy.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">When you close your eyes, do you see the images you place there<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Or do you read it into existence within a mental universe<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Only for it to die and fade when your eyes open once more.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Such is the life of phantasmal words,<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">An imagination only capable of writing.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Ideas and concepts become as sand-castles read about in books<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Beautiful words, depicting grand schemes and things to be<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Only to be washed away with the incoming tide.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">From those words come all of things,<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Shoes and ships and ceiling wax and cabbages and kings,<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Etched into permanence on the page as was stone,<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Unable to be removed except by you and you alone. <\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Aphantasia &nbsp; Imagine a world not of images but of words, A world where when asked to picture something You instead write a mental novel or soliloquy.\u00a0 When you close your eyes, do you see the images you place there Or do you read it&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1038,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-132362","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/132362","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\/1038"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=132362"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/132362\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":132439,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/132362\/revisions\/132439"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=132362"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=132362"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=132362"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}