{"id":371,"date":"2022-06-14T11:56:47","date_gmt":"2022-06-14T15:56:47","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/sites.smith.edu\/ctrlwaltdelete\/?p=371"},"modified":"2022-06-14T11:57:27","modified_gmt":"2022-06-14T15:57:27","slug":"371-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/sites.smith.edu\/ctrlwaltdelete\/371-2\/","title":{"rendered":""},"content":{"rendered":"<p>. <img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone wp-image-372 size-large\" src=\"https:\/\/sites.smith.edu\/ctrlwaltdelete\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/792\/2022\/06\/cwd-june-5-27-670x1024.jpg\" alt=\"A blackout poem made from a page of Leaves of Grass by Walt Whitman. Lines are crossed out with black marker and the words of the poem are underlined in red and connected with red string. At the bottom is a cutout of several drawings of plants.\" width=\"670\" height=\"1024\" srcset=\"https:\/\/sites.smith.edu\/ctrlwaltdelete\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/792\/2022\/06\/cwd-june-5-27-670x1024.jpg 670w, https:\/\/sites.smith.edu\/ctrlwaltdelete\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/792\/2022\/06\/cwd-june-5-27-196x300.jpg 196w, https:\/\/sites.smith.edu\/ctrlwaltdelete\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/792\/2022\/06\/cwd-june-5-27-768x1174.jpg 768w, https:\/\/sites.smith.edu\/ctrlwaltdelete\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/792\/2022\/06\/cwd-june-5-27-400x611.jpg 400w, https:\/\/sites.smith.edu\/ctrlwaltdelete\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/792\/2022\/06\/cwd-june-5-27.jpg 867w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 670px) 100vw, 670px\" \/><\/p>\n<p><strong>By Olivia Davis<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>The named and unnamed<br \/>\nlie asleep,<br \/>\nblood,<br \/>\nhas not gone out of the place,<br \/>\nIt waits for<br \/>\nWhen there are no more memories of<br \/>\nthe soul<br \/>\nthe earth,<br \/>\nliberty<br \/>\ntill all cease<br \/>\nI do not know<br \/>\nmyself<br \/>\nIn defeat<br \/>\nor even in<br \/>\nvictory<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>. By Olivia Davis The named and unnamed lie asleep, blood, has not gone out of the place, It waits for When there are no more memories of the soul the earth, liberty till all cease I do not know myself In defeat or even in victory<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":6216,"featured_media":372,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[3],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-371","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-blackout-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/sites.smith.edu\/ctrlwaltdelete\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/371","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/sites.smith.edu\/ctrlwaltdelete\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/sites.smith.edu\/ctrlwaltdelete\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sites.smith.edu\/ctrlwaltdelete\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/6216"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sites.smith.edu\/ctrlwaltdelete\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=371"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/sites.smith.edu\/ctrlwaltdelete\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/371\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":374,"href":"https:\/\/sites.smith.edu\/ctrlwaltdelete\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/371\/revisions\/374"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sites.smith.edu\/ctrlwaltdelete\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/372"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/sites.smith.edu\/ctrlwaltdelete\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=371"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sites.smith.edu\/ctrlwaltdelete\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=371"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sites.smith.edu\/ctrlwaltdelete\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=371"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}