{"id":53595,"date":"2019-06-22T21:01:22","date_gmt":"2019-06-23T01:01:22","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=53595"},"modified":"2019-06-24T09:11:45","modified_gmt":"2019-06-24T13:11:45","slug":"the-voyage-out","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2019\/06\/the-voyage-out\/","title":{"rendered":"&#8220;The Voyage Out&#8221;"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>The sun going down. Dusk saluted. As usual,<\/p>\n<p>by instantaneous sparkle of light.The hours between,<\/p>\n<p>were always difficult to kill.<\/p>\n<p>Night.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>The dance further tarnished by the dissipation. Certainly in the opinion of those who lay,<\/p>\n<p>in the middle.\u00a0 With coffee beside them, and their cigarettes.<\/p>\n<p>Unusually dull.\u00a0 The women, unusually dressed.\u00a0 The men unusually distributed,<\/p>\n<p>an hour ago.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Either of the two &#8211; As every person.<\/p>\n<p>Received, now engaged.\u00a0 Seemed hard, and prompted the caustic remark,<\/p>\n<p>that fed.\u00a0 Their silence. He said.<\/p>\n<p>Reminded<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>of the silence, in the house.\u00a0 When each held &#8211; a lump.<\/p>\n<p>Stimulated by this.\u00a0 Liken some &#8211;<\/p>\n<p>to canary birds, to swine, and to loathsome reptiles.<\/p>\n<p>Curled round, decayed bodies of intermittent sounds.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Now &#8211; a throat clearing<\/p>\n<p>a patter of conversation, just declared.<\/p>\n<p>If you stand- when being mauled.<\/p>\n<p>these comparisons, did not rouse<\/p>\n<p>who, after a careful glance around the room<\/p>\n<p>fixed eyes, upon native spears.\u00a0 So ingeniously arranged.<\/p>\n<p>Their points clearly oblivious.<\/p>\n<p>Whereupon, perceiving. That<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>mind completely blank.\u00a0 Fixed attention<\/p>\n<p>more closely upon fellow creatures<\/p>\n<p>too far from them to hear what they are saying.<\/p>\n<p>Pleased. To construct little theories<\/p>\n<p>from their gestures and appearance.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Amanda Potter\u00a9: 2019 Poetry Marathon<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The sun going down. Dusk saluted. As usual, by instantaneous sparkle of light.The hours between, were always difficult to kill. Night. &nbsp; The dance further tarnished by the dissipation. Certainly in the opinion of those who lay, in the middle.\u00a0 With coffee beside them, and&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":730,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[13],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-53595","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-miscellaneous"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/53595","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\/730"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=53595"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/53595\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":58345,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/53595\/revisions\/58345"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=53595"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=53595"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=53595"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}