{"id":67725,"date":"2020-06-27T16:29:25","date_gmt":"2020-06-27T20:29:25","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=67725"},"modified":"2020-06-27T16:29:25","modified_gmt":"2020-06-27T20:29:25","slug":"8-write-me-a-letter-in-ink","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2020\/06\/8-write-me-a-letter-in-ink\/","title":{"rendered":"8. write me a letter in ink"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>\u201cFrankly my dear, I don\u2019t give a damn.\u201d<br \/>\nequals<br \/>\ntbh bae idaf<br \/>\nQuicker? Yes. Same point? Meh.<br \/>\nI know you don\u2019t care<br \/>\nbut I\u2019m the one typing. So listen.<br \/>\nIf you don\u2019t take the time to write the words<br \/>\nI\u2019ll assume you don\u2019t care.<br \/>\nirl, do you lawl?<br \/>\nI remember when fire was extravagant<br \/>\nmesmerizing<br \/>\nand not just how bomb ur seven dollar latte tastes fam.<br \/>\nLit were the candles in the mansions where <em>This<\/em> novel was written. <em>That<\/em> poem was composed because the flickering of the candle in question gave way to shadows that caused the architect of those verses to question the very nature of his being. As a preserver of words, I find the deplorability of the common evolving vernacular to be entirely double un-good.<br \/>\nI suppose it tracks. Orwell called it. Fortunately, I\u2019ll be a decomposed corpse obliterated to ash before humans start speaking explicitly in Acronyms. When I\u2019m that mound of primordial dust. Throw me into a Western blowing wind that will take me to the sea. Where sirens sing with whales in a pitch that would bring nothing but reprieve from the steady decline of a race of creatures that does not deserve the earth as she is.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>\u201cFrankly my dear, I don\u2019t give a damn.\u201d equals tbh bae idaf Quicker? Yes. Same point? Meh. I know you don\u2019t care but I\u2019m the one typing. So listen. If you don\u2019t take the time to write the words I\u2019ll assume you don\u2019t care. irl,&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":936,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[3442,2309],"class_list":["post-67725","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem","tag-2020poetrymarathon","tag-hour8"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/67725","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\/936"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=67725"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/67725\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":68104,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/67725\/revisions\/68104"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=67725"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=67725"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=67725"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}