{"id":35274,"date":"2017-08-05T15:39:23","date_gmt":"2017-08-05T19:39:23","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=35274"},"modified":"2017-08-05T15:39:34","modified_gmt":"2017-08-05T19:39:34","slug":"hour-7-outside-in","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2017\/08\/hour-7-outside-in\/","title":{"rendered":"Hour 7: Outside In"},"content":{"rendered":"<pre>Yuletide greetings in August,\r\nThe sky turning black in the middle of the day,\r\nA world of selfishness\r\nbalanced by gentle moments of compassion.\r\n\r\nKnowing what would come, \r\nWould Emily Dickinson have followed \r\nQueen Victoria and Prince Albert with girlish glee?\r\nor \r\nCould she have sought the spectacles of P.T. Barnum while\r\nMocking a tall president with the top hat?\r\n\r\nWere he to see love turned into mockery,\r\nWould e.e. cummings have turned to accounting\r\nFor linear reasoning and resolute answers?\r\nor \r\nWould he have cynically chosen the safety of \r\nHome rather than valiant heroism as a war volunteer, \r\nForever misrepresenting those who went in his place?\r\n\r\nHad Maya Angelou known the struggles would continue\r\nYears upon years after her civil rights work, \r\nWould she still have cast herself as a bird longing to sing?\r\nor \r\nMight she have stayed a quiet girl in the Missouri shadows,\r\nFading and dessicating in the dusty town before being swept into the river?\r\n\r\nJuan Felipe Herrera and Tracy K. Smith? Who would they be\r\nWere it not for the poets before them?\r\nWould they have had the bravery to break the rules of social expectations?\r\nCould they have expressed, gathered, communed, and inspired\r\nHad voices, pens, and lives been dismally set aside, ignored, and wasted?\r\n\r\nA poem turned inside out: \r\nThe message of the poet inverted.\r\nMore meaningful if we read them both\r\nWorthless if left alone, vulnerable, and neglected.\r\n\r\n<\/pre>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Yuletide greetings in August, The sky turning black in the middle of the day, A world of selfishness balanced by gentle moments of compassion. Knowing what would come, Would Emily Dickinson have followed Queen Victoria and Prince Albert with girlish glee? or Could she have&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1019,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[13],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-35274","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-miscellaneous"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/35274","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\/1019"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=35274"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/35274\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":35606,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/35274\/revisions\/35606"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=35274"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=35274"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=35274"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}