{"id":1438,"date":"2012-04-07T19:32:22","date_gmt":"2012-04-07T23:32:22","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/wsbj.com\/sorabji\/?p=1438"},"modified":"2012-04-07T19:32:22","modified_gmt":"2012-04-07T23:32:22","slug":"at-the-jazz-house","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/wsbj.com\/sorabji\/2012\/04\/07\/at-the-jazz-house.html","title":{"rendered":"At the Jazz  House"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"padding-left: 90px\">\u00a0<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 90px\">\u00a0<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 90px\">\u00a0<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 90px\">At the jazz house tonight<br \/>\nconversation litters the music,<br \/>\nthe struggling horse of<br \/>\nmutually deaf communication<br \/>\ncoagulating into<br \/>\nsprinklers of spit and teeth.<br \/>\nVoices rise above the music which<br \/>\nreturns to itself in the<br \/>\nimagined rewards of strangers.<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 90px\">The years pass like strangers,<br \/>\njust like every human being.<br \/>\nOnly the days remain the same.<br \/>\nThe weeks, the months, the<br \/>\nself-distracted chatter between a<br \/>\njazzless future and the<br \/>\never-changing past which we<br \/>\nfeed, we feed the dead to<br \/>\nspite and boo the living.<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 90px\">\u00a0<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 90px\">\u00a0<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 At the jazz house tonight conversation litters the music, the struggling horse of mutually deaf communication coagulating into sprinklers of spit and teeth. Voices rise above the music which returns to itself in the imagined rewards of strangers. The years pass like strangers, just like every human being. Only the days remain [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_feature_clip_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":true,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2},"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false},"categories":[23],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1438","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poems","et-doesnt-have-format-content","et_post_format-et-post-format-standard"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/paumAn-nc","jetpack-related-posts":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/wsbj.com\/sorabji\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1438","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/wsbj.com\/sorabji\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/wsbj.com\/sorabji\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wsbj.com\/sorabji\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wsbj.com\/sorabji\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1438"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/wsbj.com\/sorabji\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1438\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/wsbj.com\/sorabji\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1438"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wsbj.com\/sorabji\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1438"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wsbj.com\/sorabji\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1438"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}