{"id":796,"date":"2006-11-03T17:45:26","date_gmt":"2006-11-03T23:45:26","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.bittermancircle.com\/wordpress\/writing\/1997\/1-29-97-2\/"},"modified":"2006-11-03T18:35:42","modified_gmt":"2006-11-04T00:35:42","slug":"1-29-97-2","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/www.bittermancircle.com\/?page_id=796","title":{"rendered":"1-29-97 shadow bench press"},"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=796\" send=\"false\" layout=\"box_count\" width=\"55\" show_faces=\"false\" font=\"arial\"><\/fb:like><\/div><p>Leeds, UK<\/p>\n<p>Something delicate<br \/>\nTo dull the purging anger<br \/>\nA crisp step across cobblestones<br \/>\nThe cold adding brightness to the sound<br \/>\nBrittle ears hear the unfamiliar<br \/>\nTime away turns them into smiles and memories<\/p>\n<p>(I&#8217;d better watch it; my fear of the previous page may make this more revolting than it already is&#8230;)<\/p>\n<p>The church bells chime six<br \/>\nThe business of the world checks out and leaves<br \/>\nI absorb haircuts, hem lines, accents<br \/>\nPerhaps it is too commonplace for them to care<\/p>\n<p>As I gather with my group of gripers<br \/>\nFascinated by the differences<br \/>\nThe same thing that turns my companions<br \/>\nInto loud, moaning dis-robed judges<br \/>\nPassing sentence on everything, fucking everything<br \/>\nIt&#8217;s hard not to run or change my name<\/p>\n<p>I was born over here, learned and loved and grew<br \/>\nAnd I&#8217;m as judgmental as the rest but&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>We are visitors in a place of different cultures<br \/>\nAnd I still try to learn<br \/>\nNot to turn from America, but to love it more.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Leeds, UK Something delicate To dull the purging anger A crisp step across cobblestones The cold adding brightness to the sound Brittle ears hear the unfamiliar Time away turns them into smiles and memories (I&#8217;d better watch it; my fear of the previous page may make this more revolting than it already is&#8230;) The church [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"parent":793,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","template":"","meta":{"_mi_skip_tracking":false,"spay_email":""},"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/PeNcU-cQ","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.bittermancircle.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/796"}],"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=796"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.bittermancircle.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/796\/revisions"}],"up":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.bittermancircle.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/793"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.bittermancircle.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=796"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}