{"id":37646,"date":"2017-08-05T19:08:56","date_gmt":"2017-08-05T23:08:56","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=37646"},"modified":"2017-08-05T19:08:56","modified_gmt":"2017-08-05T23:08:56","slug":"communicative-ecstasy","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2017\/08\/communicative-ecstasy\/","title":{"rendered":"COMMUNICATIVE ECSTASY"},"content":{"rendered":"<p align=\"LEFT\">there is no more theatre<\/p>\n<p align=\"LEFT\">there is no more spectacle<\/p>\n<p align=\"LEFT\">there is no more illusion<\/p>\n<p align=\"LEFT\">there is no more stage<\/p>\n<p align=\"LEFT\">everything has become exposed<\/p>\n<p align=\"LEFT\">raw<\/p>\n<p align=\"LEFT\">slightly visible and immediately transparent<\/p>\n<p align=\"LEFT\">inexorable<\/p>\n<p align=\"LEFT\">information light filled and communicative<\/p>\n<p align=\"LEFT\">the drama of alienation is no longer<\/p>\n<p align=\"LEFT\">ecstasy takes its place<\/p>\n<p align=\"LEFT\">our systems have the irreversibility of mythological production<\/p>\n<p align=\"LEFT\">a superior irony&#8230;<\/p>\n<p align=\"LEFT\">men and gods were not separated but instead seduced-<\/p>\n<p align=\"LEFT\">fire<\/p>\n<p align=\"LEFT\">water<\/p>\n<p align=\"LEFT\">water<\/p>\n<p align=\"LEFT\">fire<\/p>\n<p align=\"LEFT\">our limits in geographic space have explored the confines of the planet imploding the movement ceaselessly and without effort<\/p>\n<p align=\"LEFT\">there really is nothing more than man and his genitalia and his passions and his humors and his germs<\/p>\n<p align=\"LEFT\">the landscape as a baroque politic advertising within the disappearance of public space<\/p>\n<p align=\"LEFT\">and what if reality dissolves here and now? into the more real than real? if history were without a past? if seduction followed love?<\/p>\n<p align=\"LEFT\">and if all this were always exciting and despairing or absolutely nothing at all!<\/p>\n<p align=\"LEFT\">the truth against illusion&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>there is no more theatre there is no more spectacle there is no more illusion there is no more stage everything has become exposed raw slightly visible and immediately transparent inexorable information light filled and communicative the drama of alienation is no longer ecstasy takes&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":234,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-37646","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/37646","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\/234"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=37646"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/37646\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":37650,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/37646\/revisions\/37650"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=37646"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=37646"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=37646"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}