{"id":36183,"date":"2017-08-05T16:45:51","date_gmt":"2017-08-05T20:45:51","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=36183"},"modified":"2017-08-10T11:35:07","modified_gmt":"2017-08-10T15:35:07","slug":"2017-poetry-marathon-hour-eight-a-treatise-on-shame-facsimile","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2017\/08\/2017-poetry-marathon-hour-eight-a-treatise-on-shame-facsimile\/","title":{"rendered":"2017 Poetry Marathon, Hour Eight: A treatise on shame (facsimile)"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><em>I became an expert on the meaning of shame<\/em><br \/>\n<em> realizing what it means<\/em><br \/>\n<em> some twenty-five years ago, if you can believe that<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>Back then, I still had hope that you and I could become we<\/em><br \/>\n<em> though I had doubts, I did my best to resist<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>I\u2019ll tell you what <\/em><br \/>\n<em> had you and I actually become we<\/em><br \/>\n<em> we could have surrendered completely to desire<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>But the part of the you and I equation that didn\u2019t function was and<br \/>\nit took the distance of an ocean for us to express how we feel<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>There was no need to be ashamed<\/em><br \/>\n<em> but we didn\u2019t know that<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>You, me, we<\/em><br \/>\n<em> we might have found some way to fulfill our desire<\/em><br \/>\n<em> but we never figured out what<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>So the shame of you and me, the you and I who could never become we<\/em><br \/>\n<em> is the shame we must forever live with, unable as we are to resist<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>(5 August 2017)<\/em><\/p>\n<hr \/>\n<p>The line I used as my inspiration comes from Milan Kundera\u2019s novel\u00a0<em>Immortality<\/em>:<\/p>\n<p>\u2018Shame means that we resist what we desire, and feel ashamed that we desire what we resist.\u2019 (p. 330 of the 1991 Faber and Faber paperback edition)<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I became an expert on the meaning of shame realizing what it means some twenty-five years ago, if you can believe that Back then, I still had hope that you and I could become we though I had doubts, I did my best to resist&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":793,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11],"tags":[2133,2136,2134,750,1628],"class_list":["post-36183","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-half-marathon-poem","tag-2017-poetry-marathon","tag-august-2017","tag-half-marathon-for-now","tag-hour-eight","tag-prompt"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/36183","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\/793"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=36183"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/36183\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":44035,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/36183\/revisions\/44035"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=36183"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=36183"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=36183"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}