{"id":22128,"date":"2016-08-13T16:32:28","date_gmt":"2016-08-13T20:32:28","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=22128"},"modified":"2016-08-13T16:33:40","modified_gmt":"2016-08-13T20:33:40","slug":"vii-have-you-met-my-friend-proust","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2016\/08\/vii-have-you-met-my-friend-proust\/","title":{"rendered":"VII.  Have You Met My Friend, Proust?"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-22304\" src=\"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/typewriter-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"typewriter\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" srcset=\"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/typewriter-225x300.jpg 225w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/typewriter-768x1024.jpg 768w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 225px) 100vw, 225px\" \/><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Proust was a man of many words.<br \/>\nIf you could say it in five,<br \/>\nHe&#8217;d say the same thing in\u00a050,<br \/>\nand I loved every line.<\/p>\n<p>So often, I find myself<br \/>\nstaring at the empty page<br \/>\nseeing a polar bear<br \/>\nin a blizzard\u00a0eating snow.<\/p>\n<p>My words become<br \/>\nLightning bugs<br \/>\nSignaling in the night;<br \/>\nonly to disappear<br \/>\nas I draw close &#8211;<br \/>\ntwisting\u00a0my ankles<br \/>\non the roots of despair.<\/p>\n<p>Hats off to you, Marcel.<br \/>\nIt took you 54 pages<br \/>\nto give your mother<br \/>\na kiss goodnight and<br \/>\nIt took me 30 years to read<br \/>\nRemembrances of Things Past.<\/p>\n<p>I suppose somewhere in<br \/>\nthe Universe, that makes us<br \/>\nEven Steven.<\/p>\n<p>Just one thing before you go<br \/>\nback on the shelf&#8211;:<br \/>\nMay I borrow your pen?<\/p>\n<p>Art: Typewriter; Country Music Hall of Fame, Nashville, Tennessee 2015 by Virginia Galfo<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp; Proust was a man of many words. If you could say it in five, He&#8217;d say the same thing in\u00a050, and I loved every line. So often, I find myself staring at the empty page seeing a polar bear in a blizzard\u00a0eating snow. My&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":708,"featured_media":22304,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11],"tags":[1641,10,1084],"class_list":["post-22128","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-half-marathon-poem","tag-marcel-proust","tag-poetry","tag-writing"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/22128","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\/708"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=22128"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/22128\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":22395,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/22128\/revisions\/22395"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/22304"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=22128"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=22128"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=22128"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}