{"id":5387,"date":"2017-02-04T08:52:25","date_gmt":"2017-02-04T08:52:25","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/michaelwinn.org\/?p=5387"},"modified":"2017-02-17T19:40:53","modified_gmt":"2017-02-17T19:40:53","slug":"poem","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/michaelwinn.org\/tu-maltido-amor\/2017\/02\/04\/poem\/","title":{"rendered":"Love Is &#038; Why Poets Drink"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Have we no heroes now?<br \/>\nHas heroism become a malady?<br \/>\nIs Leopold Bloom our cuckold hero?<br \/>\nNo matter if he isn\u2019t<br \/>\nWe relish Molly\u2019s drawers<br \/>\n(would, anyway, could we)<\/p>\n<p>We are each the hero<br \/>\nOf our lives in an imagined journey<br \/>\nFrom cradle to grave<br \/>\n(With words and music)<br \/>\nA strange interlude between birth and death<br \/>\nOur future cast in dies we&#8217;re born into<br \/>\nAs we aspire to an heroic ideal<br \/>\nWe dare not speak about the dust<\/p>\n<p>Homer didn&#8217;t invent it<br \/>\nIt&#8217;s in Mahabharata,<br \/>\nSong of Solomon,<br \/>\nDriving Alexander long before<br \/>\nOffenbach, Leopold Bloom,<br \/>\nCeline and Bukowski<\/p>\n<p>I dress each day<br \/>\nIn heroic clothing,<br \/>\nPhylacteries off the shelf at Target<br \/>\nAfter a grimace at an uncomprehending<br \/>\nReflection, I march into the abyss<br \/>\nDistracting myself with stories<br \/>\nOf Mollies I&#8217;ve desired<br \/>\nThe heroic conundrum that<br \/>\nLove blinds and binds us to.<\/p>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" width=\"100%\" height=\"450\" scrolling=\"no\" frameborder=\"no\" src=\"https:\/\/w.soundcloud.com\/player\/?url=https%3A\/\/api.soundcloud.com\/tracks\/190291761&amp;auto_play=false&amp;hide_related=false&amp;show_comments=true&amp;show_user=true&amp;show_reposts=false&amp;visual=true\"><\/iframe><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Have we no heroes now? Has heroism become a malady? Is Leopold Bloom our cuckold hero? No matter if he isn\u2019t We relish Molly\u2019s drawers (would, anyway, could we) We are each the hero Of our lives in an imagined journey From cradle to grave (With words and music) A strange interlude between birth and &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/michaelwinn.org\/tu-maltido-amor\/2017\/02\/04\/poem\/\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading <span class=\"screen-reader-text\">Love Is &#038; Why Poets Drink<\/span> <span class=\"meta-nav\">&rarr;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-5387","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/michaelwinn.org\/tu-maltido-amor\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5387","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/michaelwinn.org\/tu-maltido-amor\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/michaelwinn.org\/tu-maltido-amor\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/michaelwinn.org\/tu-maltido-amor\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/michaelwinn.org\/tu-maltido-amor\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=5387"}],"version-history":[{"count":14,"href":"https:\/\/michaelwinn.org\/tu-maltido-amor\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5387\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":5439,"href":"https:\/\/michaelwinn.org\/tu-maltido-amor\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5387\/revisions\/5439"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/michaelwinn.org\/tu-maltido-amor\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=5387"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/michaelwinn.org\/tu-maltido-amor\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=5387"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/michaelwinn.org\/tu-maltido-amor\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=5387"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}