{"id":24032,"date":"2016-08-13T19:24:16","date_gmt":"2016-08-13T23:24:16","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=24032"},"modified":"2016-08-13T19:24:16","modified_gmt":"2016-08-13T23:24:16","slug":"an-ode-to-old-odes-and-poets-we-owe","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2016\/08\/an-ode-to-old-odes-and-poets-we-owe\/","title":{"rendered":"An Ode to Old Odes and Poets We Owe"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Keats was the guy our<br \/>\nEnglish teachers fawned all over<br \/>\n<em>\u2018Ode on a Grecian Urn\u2019<\/em> spellbound<br \/>\nmany a napping student, when not<br \/>\nmaking their stomachs churn<br \/>\nColeridge, Wordsworth, Shelley<br \/>\nall dutifully took their turns<br \/>\nmore recently was Neruda, in love<br \/>\nwith socks \u2013 a sartorial, lyrical turn.<\/p>\n<p>But those that write in praise of things<br \/>\nfollow a lengthy line; Pindar, Horace, and<br \/>\nSolomon could turn a phrase quite well;<br \/>\nAncient Rome gave us Nero, who did them<br \/>\nall one better; he sang his odes to music<br \/>\nhe played, to his subjects mounting ire,<br \/>\nhis ending was poetic: lyre, lyre, toga on fire<\/p>\n<p>Shakespeare took a crack at odes; though<br \/>\nmurder, betrayal, lust all played a bit \u00a0better<br \/>\nthe ancient men who wrote at length<br \/>\nand in praise of beauty, form and such,<br \/>\npresent imitators, they mostly, usually suck.<\/p>\n<p>Still, without their eleoquent inspiration,<br \/>\nwhere would us writers be; we\u2019d be<br \/>\nleft to our own devices, describing love of trees!<br \/>\nBut there is a place, though it may seem odd,<br \/>\nfor the odes of olden days; \u00a0for were it not for<br \/>\npoems of praise, poets would\u2019ve never gotten laid<\/p>\n<blockquote><p><em>&#8211; Mark L. Lucker<\/em><br \/>\n<em>\u00a9 2016<\/em><\/p><\/blockquote>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Keats was the guy our English teachers fawned all over \u2018Ode on a Grecian Urn\u2019 spellbound many a napping student, when not making their stomachs churn Coleridge, Wordsworth, Shelley all dutifully took their turns more recently was Neruda, in love with socks \u2013 a sartorial,&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":694,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7,13,1],"tags":[751,1801,898,1112],"class_list":["post-24032","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem","category-miscellaneous","category-uncategorized","tag-hour-10-prompt","tag-inpraise-of","tag-ode","tag-prompt-10"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/24032","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\/694"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=24032"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/24032\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":24051,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/24032\/revisions\/24051"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=24032"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=24032"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=24032"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}