{"id":81,"date":"2009-04-13T10:13:20","date_gmt":"2009-04-13T14:13:20","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/wsbj.com\/sorabji\/?p=81"},"modified":"2009-04-13T10:13:20","modified_gmt":"2009-04-13T14:13:20","slug":"layers","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/wsbj.com\/sorabji\/2009\/04\/13\/layers.html","title":{"rendered":"Layers"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>We saw a mighty grave at Calvary.<br \/>Tall, the proud angel looking east,<br \/>the structure looked close to collapse. <br \/>The bottom had fallen away,<br \/>&nbsp;&nbsp; the hillside itself eroded,<br \/>&nbsp;&nbsp; the inner foundation <br \/>&nbsp;&nbsp; of the tomb&nbsp;<br \/>&nbsp;&nbsp; revealed as a <br \/>&nbsp;&nbsp; buckling thicket of <br \/>&nbsp;&nbsp; bricks.<\/p>\n<p>A hundred years old and<br \/>dangerously close to ruin<br \/>I saw this tomb as a <br \/>model of vanity and lies.<\/p>\n<p>The complexity we imagine ourselves to be is<br \/>busy within the language of lies. <br \/>Reaching back through the generations <br \/>of a single human being&#8217;s life I think<br \/>language itself is a carnival of fibs, <br \/>a circus of entertainments and vagaries <br \/>too thick and selfish to remember.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>We saw a mighty grave at Calvary.Tall, the proud angel looking east,the structure looked close to collapse. The bottom had fallen away,&nbsp;&nbsp; the hillside itself eroded,&nbsp;&nbsp; the inner foundation &nbsp;&nbsp; of the tomb&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; revealed as a &nbsp;&nbsp; buckling thicket of &nbsp;&nbsp; bricks. A hundred years old anddangerously close to ruinI saw this tomb as a [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","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-81","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\/saumAn-layers","jetpack-related-posts":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/wsbj.com\/sorabji\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/81","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=81"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/wsbj.com\/sorabji\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/81\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/wsbj.com\/sorabji\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=81"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wsbj.com\/sorabji\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=81"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wsbj.com\/sorabji\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=81"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}