{"id":1779,"date":"2004-02-04T23:44:34","date_gmt":"2004-02-05T07:44:34","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/sm.amigotico.com\/poetryblog\/?p=1779"},"modified":"2013-04-25T23:48:21","modified_gmt":"2013-04-26T06:48:21","slug":"the-haughty-solitude","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/smpoetry.amigotico.com\/index.php\/2004\/02\/04\/the-haughty-solitude\/","title":{"rendered":"The Haughty Solitude"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Gouge the eyes<br \/>\nwith visions<br \/>\nI have loved,<br \/>\nand the burning despair<br \/>\nthat perchance<br \/>\nI would have anticipated,<br \/>\nhad the future&#8217;s<br \/>\nnarrow path not been<br \/>\nso destructive. <\/p>\n<p>It replaces what I said,<br \/>\na triumphant fantasy,<br \/>\na knave to the great<br \/>\ndrifting ego<br \/>\nthat distresses me<\/p>\n<p>I cannot understand<br \/>\nthe dirty smoke,<br \/>\nthe illusion,<br \/>\nthe labouring state<br \/>\nof those flames;<\/p>\n<p>the entrancing lovers<br \/>\nwho would<br \/>\ntake these empty eyeballs<br \/>\nand gouge those visions<br \/>\ninto them;<br \/>\na burden not shared<br \/>\nby senses<br \/>\nbut imposed<br \/>\nby humanity&#8217;s<br \/>\nwretched<br \/>\nplague. <\/p>\n<p>It is the past<br \/>\nwherein sadness<br \/>\nand ease comforted<br \/>\nthe very passions<br \/>\nwe cast upon those<br \/>\naround us; <\/p>\n<p>we know not the dim<br \/>\ngrey places,<br \/>\nthe recesses,<br \/>\nthe tombs<br \/>\nwherein we shall<br \/>\ndecompose. <\/p>\n<p>I speak an unearthly abstraction;<br \/>\nthinking,<br \/>\nbelieving,<br \/>\nhoping the abstraction&#8217;s<br \/>\nnot premeniscent of what<br \/>\nis to come. <\/p>\n<p>I travel far away<br \/>\nfrom where the threats of<br \/>\nsuch dreams belay;<br \/>\nfar,<br \/>\nfar,<br \/>\nclamoring for a precipice <\/p>\n<p>from which to jump<\/p>\n<p>and end<br \/>\nthe haughty solitude of<br \/>\na spirit trapped<br \/>\nwithin a life I never<br \/>\nwanted. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Gouge the eyes<br \/> with visions<br \/> I have loved,<br \/> and the burning despair<br \/> that perchance<br \/> I would have anticipated,<br \/> had the future&#8217;s<br \/> narrow path not been<br \/> so destructive. <\/p>\n<p>It replaces what I said,<br \/> a triumphant fantasy,<br \/> a knave to the great<br \/> drifting ego<br \/> that distresses me<\/p>\n<p>I cannot [&#8230;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[9,1,8],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1779","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-kisner-collection","category-poems","category-social"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/smpoetry.amigotico.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1779","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/smpoetry.amigotico.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/smpoetry.amigotico.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/smpoetry.amigotico.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/smpoetry.amigotico.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1779"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/smpoetry.amigotico.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1779\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1781,"href":"https:\/\/smpoetry.amigotico.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1779\/revisions\/1781"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/smpoetry.amigotico.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1779"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/smpoetry.amigotico.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1779"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/smpoetry.amigotico.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1779"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}