{"id":1908,"date":"2019-05-16T21:55:50","date_gmt":"2019-05-16T21:55:50","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/megaga.dk\/?p=1908"},"modified":"2019-05-16T21:55:50","modified_gmt":"2019-05-16T21:55:50","slug":"like-when-som-nar","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/megaga.dk\/?p=1908","title":{"rendered":"like when &#8230; \/ som n\u00e5r &#8230;"},"content":{"rendered":"<div style=\"font-family: Times New Roman, Geneva, Liberation Serif,serif; color: black; padding: 100px 50px 200px 50px;\">\n<p>like when you\u2019re too occupied with your self (of dry leaves and cobwebs) to write poem<\/p>\n<p>like when the grasses stop dreaming you up<\/p>\n<p>like when the dog of compact darkness runs away with your path<\/p>\n<p>like when all your closets are full of you and your mirrors too<\/p>\n<p>like when you try to dig out a face from the fog<\/p>\n<p>like when all you have to hold on to is the light from dead stars<\/p>\n<p>like when the dust avoids you<\/p>\n<p>the when your self image cannot even be used in a collage<\/p>\n<p>.<\/p>\n<p>som n\u00e5r du er for optaget af dit selv (af t\u00f8rre blade og edderkoppespind) til at skrive et digt<\/p>\n<p>som n\u00e5r gr\u00e6sset holder op med at dr\u00f8mme dig frem<\/p>\n<p>som n\u00e5r hunden af kompakt m\u00f8rke stikker af med din sti<\/p>\n<p>som n\u00e5r dine skabe er fulde af dig og dine spejle ogs\u00e5<\/p>\n<p>som n\u00e5r alt du har at holde fast i er lyset fra d\u00f8de stjerner<\/p>\n<p>som n\u00e5r st\u00f8vet undg\u00e5r dig<\/p>\n<p>som n\u00e5r dit selvbillede ikke engang kan bruges i en collage<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/megaga.dk\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/05\/IMG_4965.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter wp-image-1909 size-large\" src=\"https:\/\/megaga.dk\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/05\/IMG_4965-768x1024.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"640\" height=\"853\" srcset=\"https:\/\/megaga.dk\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/05\/IMG_4965-768x1024.jpg 768w, https:\/\/megaga.dk\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/05\/IMG_4965-225x300.jpg 225w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 640px) 100vw, 640px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>like when you\u2019re too occupied with your self (of dry leaves and cobwebs) to write poem like when the grasses stop dreaming you up like when the dog of compact darkness runs away with your path like when all your closets are full of you and your mirrors too like when you try to dig [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[22,21,61],"tags":[23,36],"class_list":["post-1908","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-monostich","category-one-line-poem","category-one-line-story","tag-monositch","tag-sequence"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/megaga.dk\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1908","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/megaga.dk\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/megaga.dk\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/megaga.dk\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/megaga.dk\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=1908"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/megaga.dk\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1908\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1910,"href":"https:\/\/megaga.dk\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1908\/revisions\/1910"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/megaga.dk\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1908"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/megaga.dk\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=1908"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/megaga.dk\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=1908"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}