{"id":1033,"date":"2007-08-16T08:36:30","date_gmt":"2007-08-16T06:36:30","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/sholeh.calmstorm.net\/blog\/archives\/1033"},"modified":"2007-10-25T11:46:39","modified_gmt":"2007-10-25T09:46:39","slug":"performed-this-at-the-open-mic-on-august-3rd","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/sholeh.calmstorm.net\/blog\/archives\/1033","title":{"rendered":"Performed this at the open mic on August 3rd&#8230;"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I used to write love songs. I would run the tips of my fingers over dry earth, my eyes over the trees passing by. Pulling out every word, using the mortality in my thoughts, idealized in eternity.<\/p>\n<p>I used large words to say everything, and no one heard because nowadays people don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t hear large words. Everything is cut into little pieces, the latest sound-bite of the newest fad, now on news stands!\u00c2\u00a0 (I haven&#8217;t looked at a supermarket checkout line in years).<\/p>\n<p>Five hundred\u00c2\u00a0thousand points for using the word <strong><em>&#8220;dextrosinistral&#8221; <\/em><\/strong>in a sentence!\u00c2\u00a0 That is, by the way, a left handed person who is trained to use their right hand.\u00c2\u00a0 And your prize is&#8230;a dictionary?<\/p>\n<p>Admit it&#8230;at least once, you have opened the dictionary or encyclopedia intending to read all the way through.\u00c2\u00a0 Come on, admit it!\u00c2\u00a0 <em>(looks around)<\/em>\u00c2\u00a0 I guess that was just me<\/p>\n<p>I always wondered why the popsicles I made in the summer never turned out like the ones from the grocery store.\u00c2\u00a0 I was convinced that I could find the perfect recipe, and I wouldn&#8217;t have to chew my way through a solid block of ice.<\/p>\n<p>Paper airplanes are the perfect pathways for love notes, if only they would fly in the right direction.\u00c2\u00a0<\/p>\n<p><strong>I wish you would stop and ask for directions.<\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I used to write love songs. I would run the tips of my fingers over dry earth, my eyes over the trees passing by. Pulling out every word, using the mortality in my thoughts, idealized in eternity. I used large&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":"","_links_to":"","_links_to_target":""},"categories":[14,4],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1033","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-haifa","category-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/sholeh.calmstorm.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1033","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/sholeh.calmstorm.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/sholeh.calmstorm.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/sholeh.calmstorm.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/sholeh.calmstorm.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1033"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/sholeh.calmstorm.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1033\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/sholeh.calmstorm.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1033"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/sholeh.calmstorm.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1033"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/sholeh.calmstorm.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1033"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}