{"id":1654,"date":"2013-06-02T18:16:06","date_gmt":"2013-06-02T18:16:06","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/kennywilson.org\/?p=1654"},"modified":"2013-06-02T18:16:06","modified_gmt":"2013-06-02T18:16:06","slug":"so-here-i-am-a-poem-by-kenny-wilson","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/kennywilson.space\/index.php\/2013\/06\/02\/so-here-i-am-a-poem-by-kenny-wilson\/","title":{"rendered":"&#8220;So Here I Am&#8221; a poem by Kenny Wilson"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a href=\"http:\/\/kennywilsonmusic.files.wordpress.com\/2013\/06\/2013-06-02-16-44-05.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-medium wp-image-1658\" alt=\"2013-06-02 16.44.05\" src=\"http:\/\/kennywilsonmusic.files.wordpress.com\/2013\/06\/2013-06-02-16-44-05.jpg?w=300\" width=\"300\" height=\"180\" srcset=\"https:\/\/kennywilson.space\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/06\/2013-06-02-16-44-05.jpg 1280w, https:\/\/kennywilson.space\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/06\/2013-06-02-16-44-05-300x180.jpg 300w, https:\/\/kennywilson.space\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/06\/2013-06-02-16-44-05-1024x614.jpg 1024w, https:\/\/kennywilson.space\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/06\/2013-06-02-16-44-05-768x461.jpg 768w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>so here I am in florence<br \/>\nconnecting with the past<br \/>\ntrying to find myself in a weird way<br \/>\nplaying music in a strange land<br \/>\nfull of cobwebs and fairies<br \/>\nthat leap up at me and scare me<br \/>\nand wake me from my renaissance sleep<\/p>\n<p>there is no past<br \/>\nonly the present<br \/>\nwhere art screams from the river banks<br \/>\nand the railway lines<br \/>\nand I am lost again<br \/>\nmy legs aching and my mind about to explode<\/p>\n<p>i think I lost something here<br \/>\nand not my sanity<br \/>\nno<br \/>\na weary contempt of the past<br \/>\nthat did nothing but grind me down<br \/>\nand left me on the pavement<br \/>\nwith nothing to think about<br \/>\nbut oblivion and feelings of inadequacy<\/p>\n<p>so here i am in florence<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>so here I am in florence connecting with the past trying to find myself in a weird way playing music in a strange land full of cobwebs and fairies that leap up at me and scare me and wake me from my renaissance sleep there is no past only the present where art screams from [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[5,6,17,21,28,43,66],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1654","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-art","category-art-vandalism","category-florence","category-italy","category-literature","category-poetry","category-travel"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/kennywilson.space\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1654","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/kennywilson.space\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/kennywilson.space\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/kennywilson.space\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/kennywilson.space\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1654"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/kennywilson.space\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1654\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/kennywilson.space\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1654"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/kennywilson.space\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1654"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/kennywilson.space\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1654"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}