{"id":1238,"date":"2025-08-12T07:46:39","date_gmt":"2025-08-12T11:46:39","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/ajaxkallistrate.com\/?p=1238"},"modified":"2025-08-12T07:46:42","modified_gmt":"2025-08-12T11:46:42","slug":"poetry-is","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ajaxkallistrate.com\/?p=1238","title":{"rendered":"poetry is"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<pre class=\"wp-block-verse\">Is it mad to be mad in a mad world?<br><br>(Poetry is a homeless river.)<br><br>We float on buttered coffee and hook states, unaware of compass points and driver's license, steering only by the dim glow of tarot and offerings burnt over a cold sink.<br><br>(Poetry is collage; it only makes sense in the greater context.)<br><br>I cut flowers for people who can afford cut flowers when we can't afford food. I cut fruit for people who can afford cut fruit when I can't afford to stand here any longer.<br><br>(Poetry is a bridge that only meets in the middle when the overseer isn't watching.)<br><br>What isn't nailed down gets broken off and I'm afraid our gods hold no truck with carpenters.<br><br>(Poetry is play. Poetry is an overgrown garden.)<br><br>I'm a pair of legs in perpetual motion, always falling forward, never catching up to myself. I've sacrificed everything that brings me joy, save one. Family is all I have left.<br><br>(Poetry is a phantom, a dusty godlet, a will-o-the-wisp with a strange sense of humor, a pattern, a puzzle, a song, a prayer whispered into the air, into the ether, into the greater rhythm of a mystery I will never understand.)<br><br>I play. I sing. I bow beneath the weight of my misery. I listen for the songs. I listen for the pattern, the rhythm, the steps of the dance.<br><br>(Every poem is a song, every song a prayer, every prayer a spell, a wish, a divine overlap of patterns, puzzles, rhythms, the known and the unknown.)<br><br>I pray for wisdom.<br>I'm listening.<br>I'm listening.<\/pre>\n\n\n\n<p>August 12, 2025<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Is it mad to be mad in a mad world?(Poetry&#8230;<\/p>\n<div class=\"more-link-wrapper\"><a class=\"more-link\" href=\"https:\/\/ajaxkallistrate.com\/?p=1238\">Continue Reading<span class=\"screen-reader-text\">poetry is<\/span> <i class=\"fas fa-angle-right\"><\/i><\/a><\/div>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[5],"tags":[49,2],"class_list":["post-1238","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poetry","tag-49","tag-poetry","entry"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/ajaxkallistrate.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1238","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/ajaxkallistrate.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/ajaxkallistrate.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ajaxkallistrate.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ajaxkallistrate.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=1238"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/ajaxkallistrate.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1238\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1239,"href":"https:\/\/ajaxkallistrate.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1238\/revisions\/1239"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/ajaxkallistrate.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1238"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ajaxkallistrate.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=1238"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ajaxkallistrate.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=1238"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}