{"id":318,"date":"2010-03-02T17:10:00","date_gmt":"2010-03-03T00:10:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.writerlyhaphazardry.net\/?p=318"},"modified":"2010-03-02T17:10:00","modified_gmt":"2010-03-03T00:10:00","slug":"twittoum-a-poetic-experiment","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.writerlyhaphazardry.net\/?p=318","title":{"rendered":"Twittoum: A Poetic Experiment"},"content":{"rendered":"<div class='posterous_autopost'>\n<div style='padding: 5px 5px 10px 5px; margin-top: 5px; border: 1px solid #ddd; background-color: #fff;line-height: 16px;'>\n<div style=\"float: left; margin-right: 5px; overflow: visible;\"><a href='http:\/\/posterous.com\/getfile\/files.posterous.com\/sharongerald\/utQW87NF2DsBs92VXNOBNX28cwAxhNA0hBv3tI81aMv5zWhOa1SVw80Jz7Hf\/Twittoum.mp3' style='color: #bc7134;'><img src='http:\/\/posterous.com\/images\/filetypes\/mp3.png' style='border: none;'\/><\/a><\/div>\n<div style=\"font-size: 10px; color: #424037;line-height: 16px;\"><b>Twittoum<\/b> by Sharon Gerald&nbsp;&nbsp;<br \/>Download now or <a href='http:\/\/sharongerald.posterous.com\/twittoum-a-poetic-experiment' style='color: #bc7134;'>listen on posterous<\/a><\/div>\n<p>       <b><a href='http:\/\/posterous.com\/getfile\/files.posterous.com\/sharongerald\/utQW87NF2DsBs92VXNOBNX28cwAxhNA0hBv3tI81aMv5zWhOa1SVw80Jz7Hf\/Twittoum.mp3' style='color: #bc7134;'>Twittoum.mp3<\/a><\/b> <span style=\"font-size: 10px; color: #424037;\">(8597 KB)<\/span>       <br style=\"clear: both;\"\/><\/div>\n<\/p>\n<p style=\"margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;\">Steeped in the tea kettle\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s whistle, thinking of the you you made for me,<br \/>I toggle my wants and repulsions to the beat of your inattentiveness.<br \/>Last night I dreamed I played a flute again and talked, like Yeats, of poetry,<br \/>Our love for it and each other large like it was on the day we now call once.<\/p>\n<p style=\"margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;\">I toggle my wants and repulsions to the beat of your inattentiveness,<br \/>Drawing us, each to the pitch of our own uncertainties, toward a single line,<br \/>Our love for it and each other large like it was on the day we now call once.<br \/>I want to sit for hours in the labor of articulate sweet sound, like this.<\/p>\n<p style=\"margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;\">Drawing us, each to the pitch of our own uncertainties, toward a single line,<br \/>Where we shed the rhythms of the noisy set to keep time with one another.<br \/>I want to sit for hours in the labor of articulate sweet sound, like this.<br \/>Thinking of the you you made for me at one summer\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s end.<\/p>\n<p style=\"margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;\">***<\/p>\n<p style=\"margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;\">\n<p \/>Thinking of the you you made for me at one summer\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s end,<br \/>I want to sit for hours in the labor of articulate sweet sound, like this.<br \/>Where we shed the rhythms of the noisy set to keep time with one another,<br \/>Drawing us, each to the pitch of our own uncertainties, toward a single line.<\/p>\n<p style=\"margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;\">I want to sit for hours in the labor of articulate sweet sound, like this.<br \/>Our love for it and each other large like it was on the day we now call once.<br \/>Drawing us, each to the pitch of our own uncertainties, toward a single line.<br \/>I toggle my wants and repulsions to the beat of your inattentiveness.<\/p>\n<p \/>Our love for it and each other large like it was on the day we now call once,<br \/>Last night I dreamed I played a flute again and talked, like Yeats, of poetry.<br \/>I toggle my wants and repulsions to the beat of your inattentiveness.<br \/>Steeped in the tea kettle\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s whistle, thinking of the you you made for me.<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-size: 10px;\">  <a href=\"http:\/\/posterous.com\">Posted via email<\/a>   from <a href=\"http:\/\/sharongerald.posterous.com\/twittoum-a-poetic-experiment\">Just Haphazardry<\/a>  <\/p>\n<\/p><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Twittoum by Sharon Gerald&nbsp;&nbsp;Download now or listen on posterous Twittoum.mp3<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[47],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-318","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.writerlyhaphazardry.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/318","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.writerlyhaphazardry.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.writerlyhaphazardry.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.writerlyhaphazardry.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.writerlyhaphazardry.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=318"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/www.writerlyhaphazardry.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/318\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.writerlyhaphazardry.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=318"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.writerlyhaphazardry.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=318"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.writerlyhaphazardry.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=318"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}