{"id":432,"date":"2022-06-15T14:38:50","date_gmt":"2022-06-15T18:38:50","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/sites.smith.edu\/ctrlwaltdelete\/?p=432"},"modified":"2022-06-15T14:38:50","modified_gmt":"2022-06-15T18:38:50","slug":"432-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/sites.smith.edu\/ctrlwaltdelete\/432-2\/","title":{"rendered":""},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-large wp-image-433\" src=\"https:\/\/sites.smith.edu\/ctrlwaltdelete\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/792\/2022\/06\/rescan-4-1024x923.png\" alt=\"A blackout poem made from a page of Leaves of Grass by Walt Whitman. The poet has glued two pages together and in some places cut away the words of the first page to reveal words on the second page. Two lines, in particular, are peeled back nd stick out from the sides of the page.\" width=\"740\" height=\"667\" srcset=\"https:\/\/sites.smith.edu\/ctrlwaltdelete\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/792\/2022\/06\/rescan-4-1024x923.png 1024w, https:\/\/sites.smith.edu\/ctrlwaltdelete\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/792\/2022\/06\/rescan-4-300x271.png 300w, https:\/\/sites.smith.edu\/ctrlwaltdelete\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/792\/2022\/06\/rescan-4-768x693.png 768w, https:\/\/sites.smith.edu\/ctrlwaltdelete\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/792\/2022\/06\/rescan-4-940x848.png 940w, https:\/\/sites.smith.edu\/ctrlwaltdelete\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/792\/2022\/06\/rescan-4-400x361.png 400w, https:\/\/sites.smith.edu\/ctrlwaltdelete\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/792\/2022\/06\/rescan-4.png 1577w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 740px) 100vw, 740px\" \/><\/p>\n<p><strong>By anonymous<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>As I went forth in the morning, as I beheld the light breaking in the east,<br \/>\nAs I bathed on the beach of the Eastern Sea, and again on the beach of the Western Sea,<br \/>\nAs I roam&#8217;d the streets of inland Chicago, whatever streets I have roam&#8217;d,<br \/>\nOr cities or silent woods, amid the sights of war,<br \/>\nWherever I have been I have charged myself with contentment and my soul<br \/>\ntriumph.<\/p>\n<p>I sing to the last the equalities modern or old,<br \/>\nI sing the final\u00e9s and of things,<br \/>\nI say Nature continues, glory continues,<br \/>\nI praise with electric voice,<br \/>\nFor I do not see one imperfection in the universe,<br \/>\nAnd I do not see one cause of result lamentable at last in the universe.<br \/>\nO setting sun! though the time has come,<br \/>\nI still warble under you, if non else does, unmitigated adoration.<br \/>\nPENSIVE ON HER DEAD GAZING\u00a0 \u00a0become him well, pride is for him,<br \/>\nAS AT THY PORTALS ALSO excellent DEATH<\/p>\n<p>As at thy portals also death,<br \/>\nEntering thy sovereign, dim, illimitable grounds,<br \/>\nTo memories of my mother, to the divine blending, maternity,<br \/>\nTo her, buried and gone, yet buried not, gone not from me,<br \/>\n(I see again the calm benignant face fresh and beautiful still,<br \/>\nI sit by the form in the d and cried<br \/>\nI kiss and kiss convulsively the sweet old lips, the cheeks, the closed eyes in the coffin;)<br \/>\nTo her, the ideal woman, practical, spiritual, of all of earth, life, love, to me the best,<\/p>\n<p>000 500<\/p>\n<p>Chicago,<br \/>\nsilent woods,<br \/>\ntriumph.<br \/>\nfinal\u00e9s<br \/>\nA man&#8217;s body at auction,<br \/>\nPENSIVE ON HER DEAD GAZING<br \/>\nexcellent DEATH<br \/>\nand cried<br \/>\ncoffin;)<br \/>\n000 500<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>By anonymous As I went forth in the morning, as I beheld the light breaking in the east, As I bathed on the beach of the Eastern Sea, and again on the beach of the Western Sea, As I roam&#8217;d the streets of inland Chicago, whatever streets I have roam&#8217;d, Or cities or silent woods,&#46;&#46;&#46;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":6216,"featured_media":433,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[3],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-432","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\/432","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=432"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/sites.smith.edu\/ctrlwaltdelete\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/432\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":441,"href":"https:\/\/sites.smith.edu\/ctrlwaltdelete\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/432\/revisions\/441"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sites.smith.edu\/ctrlwaltdelete\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/433"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/sites.smith.edu\/ctrlwaltdelete\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=432"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sites.smith.edu\/ctrlwaltdelete\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=432"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sites.smith.edu\/ctrlwaltdelete\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=432"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}