{"id":6119,"date":"2011-02-02T08:00:08","date_gmt":"2011-02-02T16:00:08","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blogs.discovermagazine.com\/cosmicvariance\/?p=6119"},"modified":"2011-02-02T08:00:08","modified_gmt":"2011-02-02T16:00:08","slug":"the-first-century-of-these-wars","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/preposterousuniverse.com\/blog\/2011\/02\/02\/the-first-century-of-these-wars\/","title":{"rendered":"The First Century of These Wars"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>An <a href=\"http:\/\/poetryoutloud.org\/poems\/poem.html?id=177125\">untitled poem<\/a> by Muriel Rukeyser (1913-1980).  Here is Rukeyser&#8217;s <a href=\"http:\/\/foia.fbi.gov\/foiaindex\/rukeyser.htm\">FBI file<\/a>.<\/p>\n<blockquote><p>I lived in the first century of world wars.<br \/>\nMost mornings I would be more or less insane,<br \/>\nThe newspapers would arrive with their careless stories,<br \/>\nThe news would pour out of various devices<br \/>\nInterrupted by attempts to sell products to the unseen.<br \/>\nI would call my friends on other devices;<br \/>\nThey would be more or less mad for similar reasons.<br \/>\nSlowly I would get to pen and paper,<br \/>\nMake my poems for others unseen and unborn.<br \/>\nIn the day I would be reminded of those men and women,<br \/>\nBrave, setting up signals across vast distances,<br \/>\nConsidering a nameless way of living, of almost unimagined values.<br \/>\nAs the lights darkened, as the lights of night brightened,<br \/>\nWe would try to imagine them, try to find each other,<br \/>\nTo construct peace, to make love, to reconcile<br \/>\nWaking with sleeping, ourselves with each other,<br \/>\nOurselves with ourselves. We would try by any means<br \/>\nTo reach the limits of ourselves, to reach beyond ourselves,<br \/>\nTo let go the means, to wake.<\/p>\n<p>I lived in the first century of these wars.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>An untitled poem by Muriel Rukeyser (1913-1980). Here is Rukeyser&#8217;s FBI file. I lived in the first century of world wars. Most mornings I would be more or less insane, The newspapers would arrive with their careless stories, The news would pour out of various devices Interrupted by attempts to sell products to the unseen. [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[37],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-6119","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-words"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/preposterousuniverse.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6119","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/preposterousuniverse.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/preposterousuniverse.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/preposterousuniverse.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/preposterousuniverse.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=6119"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/preposterousuniverse.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6119\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/preposterousuniverse.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=6119"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/preposterousuniverse.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=6119"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/preposterousuniverse.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=6119"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}