{"id":2190,"date":"2013-04-25T23:23:50","date_gmt":"2013-04-26T03:23:50","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/wsbj.com\/sorabji\/?p=2190"},"modified":"2013-04-25T23:23:50","modified_gmt":"2013-04-26T03:23:50","slug":"dickinsonian","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/wsbj.com\/sorabji\/2013\/04\/25\/dickinsonian.html","title":{"rendered":"Dickinsonian"},"content":{"rendered":"<pre>\n<strong>6:25 PM Friday, June 29, 2012<\/strong>\nElvis is a lonely man\n his song floats humbly high\nHe sleeps among the fabled\n and lives where none can fly\n\nHe is a bleary vision\n an Elvis fit for all\nhis suicides and poisons\n portend our country's fall\n\n.....\n\nThe loveliness of sadness is\n the grace with which it flows.\nIt fails to see the fantasy,\n it swiftly burns the rose.\n\nBeneath its path of happy waste\n it plows a tiny land\nwhere future searchers will recall\n the lessons of the damned.\n\n.....\n\n<strong>8:17 PM Sunday, July 29, 2012<\/strong>\nI wonder if banality\n  is trusted by the dead\nOr if a long-solved mystery\n  reads like a wound unbled.\n\nI think that common artifice\n  is held in fond regard\nby lonely pirates of the ice\n  that freeze our souls too hard.\n\n.....\n\n<strong>7:13 PM Wednesday, August 01, 2012<\/strong>\nLast night I heard the sorry sound\n  of twisted lullabies\nas sung by singers of the grounds\n  that swallow tired eyes.\n\nThe chorus rang like drums and bells\n  that marked all time with song\nas written by great ghosts of hell\n  that traded rights for wrong.\n\n<\/pre>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>6:25 PM Friday, June 29, 2012 Elvis is a lonely man his song floats humbly high He sleeps among the fabled and lives where none can fly He is a bleary vision an Elvis fit for all his suicides and poisons portend our country&#8217;s fall &#8230;.. The loveliness of sadness is the grace with which [&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-2190","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-zk","jetpack-related-posts":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/wsbj.com\/sorabji\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2190","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=2190"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/wsbj.com\/sorabji\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2190\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/wsbj.com\/sorabji\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2190"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wsbj.com\/sorabji\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2190"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wsbj.com\/sorabji\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2190"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}