{"id":25261,"date":"2016-08-14T00:59:02","date_gmt":"2016-08-14T04:59:02","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=25261"},"modified":"2016-08-14T00:59:02","modified_gmt":"2016-08-14T04:59:02","slug":"hour-11-from-a-to-b","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2016\/08\/hour-11-from-a-to-b\/","title":{"rendered":"Hour 11 &#8211; From A To B"},"content":{"rendered":"<blockquote class=\"wp-embedded-content\" data-secret=\"l1miRk1WE3\"><p><a href=\"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/the-poetry-marathon-prompts\/prompt-for-hour-eleven-3\">Prompt for Hour Eleven<\/a><\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" class=\"wp-embedded-content\" sandbox=\"allow-scripts\" security=\"restricted\" style=\"position: absolute; clip: rect(1px, 1px, 1px, 1px);\" title=\"&#8220;Prompt for Hour Eleven&#8221; &#8212; The Poetry Marathon\" src=\"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/the-poetry-marathon-prompts\/prompt-for-hour-eleven-3\/embed#?secret=BKbdApO6tv#?secret=l1miRk1WE3\" data-secret=\"l1miRk1WE3\" width=\"600\" height=\"338\" frameborder=\"0\" marginwidth=\"0\" marginheight=\"0\" scrolling=\"no\"><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p><em>For the twenty first time, Mr. Noname,<\/em><br \/>\n<em>You\u00a0are suffering from temporal amnesia,<\/em><br \/>\nthe kindly doctor had said.<br \/>\nI hadn&#8217;t argued, but I knew that.<\/p>\n<p>Nothing to do, nowhere to go<br \/>\nFood tasted\u00a0strange<br \/>\nThe people looked funny<br \/>\nA Turing machine in <em>d\u00e9j\u00e0 vu<\/em> mode<\/p>\n<p>For a while I would\u00a0stand at busy crossroads<br \/>\nSit in airport lounges,\u00a0hang about train platforms<br \/>\nPurposeful strangers, going to meet other purposeful strangers<br \/>\nKnowers and havers of identities<\/p>\n<p>I now travel. Fuck amnesia.<br \/>\nThe other day a tree almost recognized me<br \/>\nLast week a dog bit me, and I think I remembered my mother<br \/>\nLife&#8217;s good.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Prompt for Hour Eleven For the twenty first time, Mr. Noname, You\u00a0are suffering from temporal amnesia, the kindly doctor had said. I hadn&#8217;t argued, but I knew that. Nothing to do, nowhere to go Food tasted\u00a0strange The people looked funny A Turing machine in d\u00e9j\u00e0&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":648,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-25261","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/25261","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\/648"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=25261"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/25261\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":26450,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/25261\/revisions\/26450"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=25261"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=25261"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=25261"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}