{"id":67694,"date":"2020-06-27T16:42:36","date_gmt":"2020-06-27T20:42:36","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=67694"},"modified":"2020-06-27T20:48:54","modified_gmt":"2020-06-28T00:48:54","slug":"67694","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2020\/06\/67694\/","title":{"rendered":"Devolution of Expression, Hour 8"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>We used to sit around campfires<br \/>\nWatching shadows flicker<br \/>\nListening to stories<br \/>\nPassed down from generation to generation<br \/>\nTales of creation<br \/>\nTales of battles won<br \/>\nOf friendship and adventures<br \/>\nOf loves found and lost and found again<\/p>\n<p>Now we read 240 character tweets<br \/>\nOf nothing but biased opinion<br \/>\nOn complex topics<br \/>\nAttention spans too short for nuance<\/p>\n<p>Bypass well-written articles<br \/>\nFor attention-grabbing headlines<br \/>\nHours spent scrolling&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>Scrolling&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>Scrolling&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>Scrolling&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>Through comments section<br \/>\nIn search of those who think the same<br \/>\nSomething to disagree with<br \/>\nSomething that outrages<\/p>\n<p>Something&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>Something to fill the void once occupied by wonder<br \/>\nBy Awe and appreciation<br \/>\nNot shock and depreciation<\/p>\n<p>We used to stand carving heiroglyphics by torch light<br \/>\nPreserving ancient wisdom<br \/>\nMysteries of the afterlife<br \/>\nOf medicine<br \/>\nOf consciousness<br \/>\nOf goddesses and gods and mystical technologies<\/p>\n<p>Now we sit<br \/>\nAround processed food dinner table<br \/>\nStaring into flickering screens<br \/>\nFaces expressionless<br \/>\nAddicted to microdosed dopamine<br \/>\nEvery &#8216;like&#8217; a little hit<br \/>\nEvery &#8216;share&#8217; a substitute for interaction<\/p>\n<p>We once told stories<br \/>\nCarved them in stone<br \/>\nPainstakingly scribed them in sacred ink<br \/>\nInto hand-bound books<br \/>\nPages intricately stiched into leather covers<\/p>\n<p>And now<br \/>\nWe&#8217;re writing poems<br \/>\nWith fucking emojis<\/p>\n<p>*Click &#8216;like&#8217; and don&#8217;t forget to subscribe*<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>We used to sit around campfires Watching shadows flicker Listening to stories Passed down from generation to generation Tales of creation Tales of battles won Of friendship and adventures Of loves found and lost and found again Now we read 240 character tweets Of nothing&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":781,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-67694","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/67694","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\/781"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=67694"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/67694\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":71326,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/67694\/revisions\/71326"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=67694"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=67694"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=67694"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}