{"id":51000,"date":"2019-06-22T16:19:02","date_gmt":"2019-06-22T20:19:02","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=51000"},"modified":"2019-06-22T16:19:02","modified_gmt":"2019-06-22T20:19:02","slug":"2019-eight-fools","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2019\/06\/2019-eight-fools\/","title":{"rendered":"2019 &#8211; Eight &#8211; &#8220;Fools&#8221;"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I&#8217;m just a fool now.<br \/>\nWriting on corners.<br \/>\nNot like the hypocrites.<br \/>\nNot like the horders<br \/>\nof slogans<br \/>\nand adverts<br \/>\nand tubs of<br \/>\ndried gravy<br \/>\nand blankets<br \/>\nand wool skirts<br \/>\nfrom Grandma&#8217;s<br \/>\ndays in the Navy.<\/p>\n<p>Nope.<br \/>\nJust a fool that&#8217;s<br \/>\nas foolish<br \/>\nas fools does.<br \/>\nDreaming of things is<br \/>\nas foolish<br \/>\nas fools was.<br \/>\nWhen being seen strangely<br \/>\nwas merely unique.<br \/>\nAnd writing on corners was<br \/>\nwas nothing you&#8217;d seek<br \/>\nto poke fun at<br \/>\nand run at<br \/>\nwith sticks<br \/>\nand with stones.<br \/>\nWhen poets<br \/>\nwere more than just<br \/>\npens and strange bones.<\/p>\n<p>If poets are foolish<br \/>\nand wasting their time<br \/>\nwriting with meter<br \/>\nwriting with rhyme<br \/>\nor with<br \/>\nnone<br \/>\nof those<br \/>\nthings<br \/>\nand with<br \/>\nlittle besides<br \/>\nbut beating<br \/>\nof hearts<br \/>\nand hearts<br \/>\nbeating<br \/>\nblood<br \/>\ntides<br \/>\nto drive them before them<br \/>\non their lonely waves<br \/>\nslave to their words<br \/>\nand wordhorses<br \/>\nas slaves<br \/>\nthen I am<br \/>\na fool and a poet<br \/>\nbesides<br \/>\nwriting on corners<br \/>\n. . .<br \/>\nbelieving my lies<br \/>\n. . .<\/p>\n<p>(sharp intake of breath)<\/p>\n<p>(pause dramatis)<\/p>\n<p>If I am a fool,<br \/>\nfor believing in art,<br \/>\nbelieving in love,<br \/>\nwith my words in my heart,<br \/>\nshould all of the world<br \/>\nbe then foolish well?<br \/>\nOr continue to believe<br \/>\nthat this heaven is hell?<\/p>\n<p>Fools.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I&#8217;m just a fool now. Writing on corners. Not like the hypocrites. Not like the horders of slogans and adverts and tubs of dried gravy and blankets and wool skirts from Grandma&#8217;s days in the Navy. Nope. Just a fool that&#8217;s as foolish as fools&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1052,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-51000","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/51000","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\/1052"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=51000"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/51000\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":51011,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/51000\/revisions\/51011"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=51000"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=51000"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=51000"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}