{"id":61450,"date":"2020-06-27T09:05:25","date_gmt":"2020-06-27T13:05:25","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=61450"},"modified":"2020-07-01T19:29:59","modified_gmt":"2020-07-01T23:29:59","slug":"we-call-it-information","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2020\/06\/we-call-it-information\/","title":{"rendered":"We Call it Information"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>and it&#8217;s nothing but noise.<br \/>\nSeveral billion by now<br \/>\nhands typing, tapping<br \/>\nthe errant thoughts<br \/>\nthe endless opinions<br \/>\nthe word invented<br \/>\nsix thousand years ago<br \/>\nalong trading routes,<br \/>\nin temples,<br \/>\nbeneath the tired frenzied eyes<br \/>\nthat felt strange being human<br \/>\nand searched for what to say.<\/p>\n<p>And now the word is everywhere,<br \/>\nin brief percussive shouts.<br \/>\nShouts of subtle wisdom<br \/>\nShouts of shared untruth<br \/>\nShouts adored by the masses<br \/>\nShouts of isolation in the crowd.<br \/>\nCompeting endless chatter<br \/>\ninvisible hands lift the loud ones to the top<br \/>\nthose who shout the loudest<br \/>\nmight be elected king someday.<\/p>\n<p>Typing up for money<br \/>\ntyping because you&#8217;re broke<br \/>\ntyping from the experts<br \/>\ntyping from the insane<br \/>\ntyping from the faithful<br \/>\nand the hopeless seeking fame.<br \/>\nAt night I type when I can\u2019t sleep<br \/>\nand when I&#8217;m awake I type to push my dreams away.<\/p>\n<div id=\"simple-translate\">\n<div>\n<div class=\"simple-translate-button isShow\" style=\"height: 22px;width: 22px\"><\/div>\n<div class=\"simple-translate-panel \" style=\"width: 300px;height: 200px;font-size: 13px;background-color: #ffffff\">\n<div class=\"simple-translate-result-wrapper\" style=\"overflow: hidden\">\n<div class=\"simple-translate-move\"><\/div>\n<div class=\"simple-translate-result-contents\">\n<p class=\"simple-translate-result\" style=\"color: #000000\">\n<p class=\"simple-translate-candidate\" style=\"color: #737373\">\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>and it&#8217;s nothing but noise. Several billion by now hands typing, tapping the errant thoughts the endless opinions the word invented six thousand years ago along trading routes, in temples, beneath the tired frenzied eyes that felt strange being human and searched for what to&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1259,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-61450","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/61450","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\/1259"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=61450"}],"version-history":[{"count":6,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/61450\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":77914,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/61450\/revisions\/77914"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=61450"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=61450"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=61450"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}