{"id":715,"date":"2006-11-02T16:43:34","date_gmt":"2006-11-02T22:43:34","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.bittermancircle.com\/wordpress\/writing\/1995\/11-7-95-welcome-to-europe-crank-it-up\/"},"modified":"2006-11-02T16:43:34","modified_gmt":"2006-11-02T22:43:34","slug":"11-7-95-welcome-to-europe-crank-it-up","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/www.bittermancircle.com\/?page_id=715","title":{"rendered":"11-7-95 welcome to Europe; crank it up&#8230;"},"content":{"rendered":"<div id=\"fb_share_1\" style=\"clear:left; float: left; margin-right: 10px; margin-top:10px;;width: 55px;\" name=\"fb_share\"><div id=\"fb-root\"><\/div><script src=\"http:\/\/connect.facebook.net\/en_US\/all.js#appId=125029517579627&amp;xfbml=1\"><\/script><fb:like href=\"https:\/\/www.bittermancircle.com\/?page_id=715\" send=\"false\" layout=\"box_count\" width=\"55\" show_faces=\"false\" font=\"arial\"><\/fb:like><\/div><p>London<\/p>\n<p>Losing time<br \/>\nTraveling against the sun<br \/>\nDropping me into another place<br \/>\nWhere I begin to write<\/p>\n<p>The loss provides the time<br \/>\nBut not the words<br \/>\nSleeping becomes work, a sentence<br \/>\nAnd I accept it in order to see<br \/>\nThis other world I know nothing of<br \/>\nCalled morning<br \/>\nWhen people rise and meet the light<br \/>\nAchieve things before 9 am<br \/>\nSomething I only do to travel<br \/>\nOr not be late<br \/>\nFor the afternoon<\/p>\n<p>I worry that if not for time zones<br \/>\nMy pile of words at year&#8217;s end<br \/>\nWould be as thin as the hope of<br \/>\nWhite employed U.S. citizens<br \/>\nWho play the California lottery<br \/>\nBut I travel<br \/>\nAnd my clock still takes some time<br \/>\nTo find directions<br \/>\nThe failure of zombie mode<br \/>\nIs the gain of my notepad<\/p>\n<p>Now, what is rummaging about?<\/p>\n<p>After my writing sabbatical<br \/>\nI&#8217;m full of other&#8217;s words<br \/>\nCareful not to drop them here<br \/>\nLike a plagiarist&#8217;s sweat<br \/>\nRemembering the things I wanted<br \/>\nTo write about<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>London Losing time Traveling against the sun Dropping me into another place Where I begin to write The loss provides the time But not the words Sleeping becomes work, a sentence And I accept it in order to see This other world I know nothing of Called morning When people rise and meet the light [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"parent":691,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","template":"","meta":{"_mi_skip_tracking":false,"spay_email":""},"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/PeNcU-bx","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.bittermancircle.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/715"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.bittermancircle.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.bittermancircle.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.bittermancircle.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.bittermancircle.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=715"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.bittermancircle.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/715\/revisions"}],"up":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.bittermancircle.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/691"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.bittermancircle.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=715"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}