{"id":66961,"date":"2020-06-27T15:10:55","date_gmt":"2020-06-27T19:10:55","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=66961"},"modified":"2020-06-27T15:10:55","modified_gmt":"2020-06-27T19:10:55","slug":"about-a-nothing-something","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2020\/06\/about-a-nothing-something\/","title":{"rendered":"ABOUT A NOTHING SOMETHING"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I have nothing from the old place.<br \/>\nI took a handful of clothes,<br \/>\nhalf a suitcase of books, some beads,<br \/>\nbut the music had long died, the piano<br \/>\nfiguratively smashed into pulp<br \/>\nafter every visiting child had banged its<br \/>\nfist remorselessly on the keys, the ivory<br \/>\nturned irretrievably into cement.<\/p>\n<p>I have nothing from the old place.<br \/>\nI have even forgotten how the insects<br \/>\nfly there, strangled by the screen doors,<br \/>\nhow the candles woke up the dead<br \/>\nduring power outages, how the trees<br \/>\ntore their own hair when the monsoon<br \/>\nscreamed and wailed, how the moon<br \/>\nrevealed rat trails in the open drains.<\/p>\n<p>I will not take you to the old place,<br \/>\nwhere I left the old syllabary and verses,<br \/>\nwhere my poems in the forgotten tongue<br \/>\nwere incinerated in an evening of rage,<br \/>\nthe papers silenced because they cried<br \/>\ntoo noisily and forgot to be discreet.<br \/>\nI have forgotten the colour of the paint<br \/>\non the high walls of the verandah.<\/p>\n<p>There is nothing left of me there.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I have nothing from the old place. I took a handful of clothes, half a suitcase of books, some beads, but the music had long died, the piano figuratively smashed into pulp after every visiting child had banged its fist remorselessly on the keys, the&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":262,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-66961","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-half-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/66961","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\/262"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=66961"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/66961\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":66985,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/66961\/revisions\/66985"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=66961"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=66961"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=66961"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}