{"id":25409,"date":"2016-08-13T22:23:22","date_gmt":"2016-08-14T02:23:22","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=25409"},"modified":"2016-08-13T22:23:22","modified_gmt":"2016-08-14T02:23:22","slug":"the-scablands","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2016\/08\/the-scablands\/","title":{"rendered":"The Scablands"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Through deserts and forest and grassy savannah<br \/>\na landscape that transcends them all.<br \/>\nGlowing alight at night with neon orbs that call forth<br \/>\nall the the bats and the moths and birds of night<br \/>\nuntil a carnival of wonder circles overhead<br \/>\nAbove the teeming lights of the Scablands.<br \/>\nMulticolored landscape as rich and vibrant,<br \/>\nyet hardened too,<br \/>\nwhere concrete slabs battle for the prestige of being the tallest<br \/>\nand highways and streets join<br \/>\nin a network of paths that connect all of us fiftieth cousins together.<br \/>\nIn the Scablands<br \/>\na hazy dusk hangs over us<br \/>\nfrom the steampunk machines<br \/>\nthat thrive in their streets and in the Scablands<br \/>\nthe plants are preserved in concret pots, rubber tires, bricks and porcelain toilets; anything to remind its occupants of what used to be. Little ghosts of their ancestors, teeming with light and with life, but yet so estranged from what it was truly like in the deserts and the forest and the grassy savannahs<br \/>\nand is now the Scablands<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Through deserts and forest and grassy savannah a landscape that transcends them all. Glowing alight at night with neon orbs that call forth all the the bats and the moths and birds of night until a carnival of wonder circles overhead Above the teeming lights&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":330,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[13],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-25409","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-miscellaneous"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/25409","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\/330"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=25409"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/25409\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":25486,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/25409\/revisions\/25486"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=25409"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=25409"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=25409"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}