{"id":4285,"date":"2021-04-13T22:32:49","date_gmt":"2021-04-14T05:32:49","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/alteritas.net\/pastis\/?p=4285"},"modified":"2021-04-15T21:15:09","modified_gmt":"2021-04-16T04:15:09","slug":"spleen","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/alteritas.net\/pastis\/spleen\/","title":{"rendered":"Spleen"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Must I find my body in a book,<br \/>\na misnomered bruise, borne like a gland<br \/>\non the wrong side since they made me<br \/>\ncross over and out? When I was a girl,<br \/>\nthe lithe babble of warm rain fell<br \/>\nthrough my skin, herbs from the languorous<br \/>\ngreen mountains wafted through my pores.<br \/>\nNo one <em>made <\/em>the flowers speak. The sea<br \/>\nwas blue, gulls\u2019 flight script I could read.<\/p>\n<p>Now through metal blinds I watch<br \/>\nThe cold precipitate particles of light<br \/>\nfrom the gray \u2013 or is it <u>grey<\/u>? \u2013 veil<br \/>\nlate solstice afternoon unfurls.<br \/>\nWords which do not become me.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">*<\/p>\n<p style=\"direction: ltr;\"><span style=\"color: #000080;\">Not Baudelaire&#8217;s spleen but Nasrin&#8217;s, which was once construed as the source of a sustained episode of bad health in 1999.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #000080;\">She recovered. It \u00a0wasn&#8217;t her spleen. But the image of it did connect viscerally with her, standing in for her exile from the Caspian to the frozen north. \u00a0Written in December, 1999, in Edmonton.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #000080;\">Her poem and, to some extent, to that point, her life.<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<!-- AddThis Advanced Settings generic via filter on the_content --><!-- AddThis Share Buttons generic via filter on the_content -->","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Must I find my body in a book, a misnomered bruise, borne like a gland on the wrong side since they made me cross over and out? When I was a girl, the lithe babble of warm rain fell through my skin, herbs from the languorous green mountains wafted through my pores. No one made &hellip; <\/p>\n<p class=\"link-more\"><a href=\"https:\/\/alteritas.net\/pastis\/spleen\/\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading<span class=\"screen-reader-text\"> &#8220;Spleen&#8221;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n<p><!-- AddThis Advanced Settings generic via filter on get_the_excerpt --><!-- AddThis Share Buttons generic via filter on get_the_excerpt --><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[17],"tags":[53,83],"class_list":["post-4285","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-featured","tag-exile","tag-persian"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/alteritas.net\/pastis\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4285","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/alteritas.net\/pastis\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/alteritas.net\/pastis\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/alteritas.net\/pastis\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/alteritas.net\/pastis\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=4285"}],"version-history":[{"count":8,"href":"https:\/\/alteritas.net\/pastis\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4285\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":4294,"href":"https:\/\/alteritas.net\/pastis\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4285\/revisions\/4294"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/alteritas.net\/pastis\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=4285"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/alteritas.net\/pastis\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=4285"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/alteritas.net\/pastis\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=4285"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}