{"id":92926,"date":"2021-06-26T15:41:04","date_gmt":"2021-06-26T19:41:04","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=92926"},"modified":"2021-06-26T16:36:16","modified_gmt":"2021-06-26T20:36:16","slug":"italy-austria","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2021\/06\/italy-austria\/","title":{"rendered":"ITALY &#8211; AUSTRIA"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>No, I&#8217;m not watching.  Obviously,<br \/>\nI&#8217;m here in another room, writing.<\/p>\n<p>During the afternoon drive, I wondered<br \/>\nat all the anger in the world, mine<br \/>\nincluded.  Of what other use is<br \/>\nthe ground we stand on, aside from<br \/>\nthe planting and watering of seeds,<br \/>\nif not for the stamping of our feet,<br \/>\nthe violent beating motions of our arms<br \/>\nas we break the earth to use it?<br \/>\nHow hallowed is this spot with weeds,<br \/>\nthe final resting place of our peace,<br \/>\nour pleasure, and our endless fury.<\/p>\n<p>Sounds of the match reach my room,<br \/>\nno goals have yet been made.<\/p>\n<p>I could make it personal.  There must be<br \/>\nsome ugly element on my face, perhaps<br \/>\non my limbs, or is it the way I speak,<br \/>\nthat disgusts those I thought loved me,<br \/>\nand whom I thought I loved.  What are<br \/>\nwords like &#8216;family&#8217;, &#8216;brother&#8217;, &#8216;home&#8217;,<br \/>\nwhen uttered with such deep hypocrisy.<br \/>\nBut they are them, and I, unfortunately,<br \/>\nam me, and no degree of envy or bitterness<br \/>\non their part will change that.  So little<br \/>\nwarmth is left over after half a century.<\/p>\n<p>There is no need to wait for half time.<br \/>\nI know how the game must be played.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>No, I&#8217;m not watching. Obviously, I&#8217;m here in another room, writing. During the afternoon drive, I wondered at all the anger in the world, mine included. Of what other use is the ground we stand on, aside from the planting and watering of seeds, if&#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-92926","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-half-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/92926","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=92926"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/92926\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":93987,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/92926\/revisions\/93987"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=92926"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=92926"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=92926"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}