{"id":21,"date":"2018-03-15T13:47:00","date_gmt":"2018-03-15T13:47:00","guid":{"rendered":""},"modified":"2022-11-21T18:05:14","modified_gmt":"2022-11-21T18:05:14","slug":"the-pearls-that-were-his-eyes","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.bayleewrites.com\/poetry\/the-pearls-that-were-his-eyes\/","title":{"rendered":"The Pearls That Were His Eyes"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">T.S. Eliot spoke to me<br>T.S. Eliot spoke to me<br>T.S. Eliot spoke to me<br>at four o&#8217;clock in the morning<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">I read him much of the night<br>upside down and backwards in my bed<br>clutching my head<br>as I tried to find a position comfortable enough<br>to breed sleep from the remnants of pain<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">I was determined&nbsp;<br>to find in verse<br>whatever compelled me<br>to dust off the nearly century-old pieces<br>and indulge them in the middle of the night<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">But all I found<br>glowed into the words<br>at the violet hour<br>were abstracts and nonsense<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Jug jug jug jug jug<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">I realized then that there are no such thing as signs\u00a0<br>only cheap coincidences<br>Aya ya kigeni si ya werevu<br>And that this pain is just a waste land<br>There&#8217;s no art in it<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>T.S. Eliot spoke to meT.S. Eliot spoke to meT.S. Eliot spoke to meat four o&#8217;clock in the morning I read him much of the nightupside down and backwards in my bedclutching my headas I tried to find a position comfortable enoughto breed sleep from the remnants of pain I was determined&nbsp;to find in versewhatever compelled [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":241,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-21","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.bayleewrites.com\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/21","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.bayleewrites.com\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.bayleewrites.com\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.bayleewrites.com\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.bayleewrites.com\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=21"}],"version-history":[{"count":6,"href":"https:\/\/www.bayleewrites.com\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/21\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":490,"href":"https:\/\/www.bayleewrites.com\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/21\/revisions\/490"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.bayleewrites.com\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/241"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.bayleewrites.com\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=21"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.bayleewrites.com\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=21"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.bayleewrites.com\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=21"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}