{"id":271,"date":"2010-10-01T10:05:34","date_gmt":"2010-10-01T14:05:34","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/stlydias.org\/blog\/?p=271"},"modified":"2010-10-01T10:05:34","modified_gmt":"2010-10-01T14:05:34","slug":"the-prelude","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/stlydiasliturgy.org\/blog\/2010\/10\/the-prelude\/","title":{"rendered":"The Prelude"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>by Matthew Zapruder<\/p>\n<p>Oh this Diet Coke is really good,<br \/>\nthough come to think of it it tastes<br \/>\nlike nothing plus the idea of chocolate,<br \/>\nor an acquaintance of chocolate<br \/>\nspeaking fondly of certain times<br \/>\nit and chocolate had spoken of nothing,<br \/>\nor nothing remembering a field<br \/>\nin which it once at the most wondrous<br \/>\nsandwich of ham and rustic chambered cheese<br \/>\nyet still wished for a piece of chocolate<br \/>\nbefore the lone walk back through<br \/>\nthe corn then the darkening forest<br \/>\nto the disappointing village and its super<br \/>\ncreepy bed and breakfast. With secret despair<br \/>\nI returned to the city. Something<br \/>\nseemed to be waiting for me.<br \/>\nMaybe the \u201cchosen guide\u201d Wordsworth<br \/>\nwrote he would eve were it \u201cnothing<br \/>\nbetter than a wandering cloud\u201d<br \/>\nhave followed which of course to me<br \/>\nand everyone sounds amazing.<br \/>\nAll I follow is my own desire,<br \/>\nsometimes to feel, sometimes to be<br \/>\nat least a little more than intermittently<br \/>\nat ease with being loved. I am never<br \/>\nat ease. Not with hours I can read or walk<br \/>\nand look at the brightly colored<br \/>\nhouses filled with lives, not with night<br \/>\nwhen I lie on my back and listen,<br \/>\nnot with the hallway, definitely<br \/>\nnot with baseball, definitely<br \/>\nnot with time. Poor Coleridge, son<br \/>\nof a Vicar and a lake, he could not feel<br \/>\nthe energy. No present joy, no cheerful<br \/>\nconfidence, just love of friends and the wind<br \/>\ntaking his arrow away. Come to the edge<br \/>\nthe edge beckoned softly. Take<br \/>\nthis cup full of darkness and stay as long<br \/>\nas you want and maybe a little longer.<\/p>\n<p>&#8211;<em>Read at St. Lydia&#8217;s on September 26<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>by Matthew Zapruder Oh this Diet Coke is really good, though come to think of it it tastes like nothing plus the idea of chocolate, or an acquaintance of chocolate speaking fondly of certain times it and chocolate had spoken of nothing, or nothing remembering a field in which it once at the most wondrous [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[9],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/stlydiasliturgy.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/271"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/stlydiasliturgy.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/stlydiasliturgy.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stlydiasliturgy.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stlydiasliturgy.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=271"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/stlydiasliturgy.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/271\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":272,"href":"https:\/\/stlydiasliturgy.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/271\/revisions\/272"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/stlydiasliturgy.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=271"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stlydiasliturgy.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=271"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stlydiasliturgy.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=271"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}