{"id":2994,"date":"2008-10-18T19:14:31","date_gmt":"2008-10-19T00:14:31","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/davious.org\/now\/?p=2994"},"modified":"2024-12-18T21:11:00","modified_gmt":"2024-12-19T02:11:00","slug":"canvasing","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/davious.org\/now\/2008\/10\/canvasing\/","title":{"rendered":"Canvasing"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<pre class=\"wp-block-preformatted\">I walk through a neighborhood<br>I\u2019ve lived by all my life and never have seen<br>Low sun kissing autumn leaves<br>the birds gaze at me overhead<br>As I go from house to house: no one home<br>All the political rhetoric, my own visions<br>of the future, fade as the strong<br>silence speaks of so many astonishingly different<br>lives, congregations, bubbles of authentic existence<br>I check another NH box, and my communist dreams shudder<br>I'm beginning to understand this<br>notion of small government, I feel<br>wild individualism growing like a rash<br>around me, smug and complacent<br>\u201cGood fences make good neighbors\u201d<br>smiling contentedly at me<br>Government is now such a tiny fragment of these peoples\u2019, anyone\u2019s, life<br>Me, a solicitor \u2014 a trespasser \u2014<br>wading through the peace of sunset<br>And it's so sad; even for a romance, these days,<br>its health requires some rugged independence<br>I get home and run for my lonely, lonely life<\/pre>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I walk through a neighborhoodI\u2019ve lived by all my life and never have seenLow sun kissing autumn leavesthe birds gaze at me overheadAs I go from house to house: no one homeAll the political rhetoric, my own visionsof the future, fade as the strongsilence speaks of so many astonishingly differentlives, congregations, bubbles of authentic existenceI [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[25],"class_list":["post-2994","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poems","tag-flying-pigs-book"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/davious.org\/now\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2994","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/davious.org\/now\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/davious.org\/now\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/davious.org\/now\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/davious.org\/now\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=2994"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/davious.org\/now\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2994\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3682,"href":"https:\/\/davious.org\/now\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2994\/revisions\/3682"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/davious.org\/now\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2994"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/davious.org\/now\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2994"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/davious.org\/now\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2994"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}