{"id":491,"date":"2011-02-08T01:03:53","date_gmt":"2011-02-08T06:03:53","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.quinnnorton.com\/said\/?p=491"},"modified":"2013-02-03T22:26:55","modified_gmt":"2013-02-04T03:26:55","slug":"thing-a-day-7-plato-told-them-a-poem-about-remix","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.quinnnorton.com\/said\/?p=491","title":{"rendered":"Thing-a-day 7: Plato told them: A Poem about remix"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Plato told<br \/>\nThem that was crucified<br \/>\nthe falling stars\n<\/p>\n<p>\ntime is enormous long river<br \/>\nand I\u2019m standing in it just as you\u2019re standing in it\n<\/p>\n<p>\nWe all put into the river<br \/>\nand it flows away from us\n<\/p>\n<p>\nThat twenty centuries of stony sleep<br \/>\nWere vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,<br \/>\nThat we all labor together transmitting the same charge and succession,<br \/>\nWe few equals indifferent of lands, indifferent of times,<br \/>\nthat you and he might touch each other.\n<\/p>\n<p>\nlao<br \/>\ntsze<br \/>\ncertainly told them\n<\/p>\n<p>\nI can reach down into that river and take out what I need<br \/>\nto get though this world.<br \/>\nStories and songs and poems<br \/>\nImportant events and important ideas\n<\/p>\n<p>\nWhen the stars threw down their spears,<br \/>\nAnd watered heaven with their tears,<br \/>\nThey should have been a pair of ragged claws<br \/>\nScuttling across the floors of silent seas.\n<\/p>\n<p>\nJesus told them\n<\/p>\n<p>\nFrom pent-up aching rivers,<br \/>\nit flows down to me<br \/>\nThe words of my book nothing, the drift of it every thing,\n<\/p>\n<p>\n(They didn&#8217;t believe it,no<br \/>\nsir)it took<br \/>\na nipponized bit of<br \/>\nthe old sixth\n<\/p>\n<p>\navenue\n<\/p>\n<p>\nto tell them.\n<\/p>\n<p>\n(<em>With deepest affection for EE Cummings, TS Eliot, Walt Whitman, Rilke, Utah Phillips, Yeats and William Blake<\/em>)<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Plato told Them that was crucified the falling stars time is enormous long river and I\u2019m standing in it just as you\u2019re standing in it We all put into the river and it flows away from us That twenty centuries of stony sleep Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle, That we all labor [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[147,52],"tags":[45,141,78,148],"class_list":["post-491","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-making","category-writing","tag-copyright","tag-poem","tag-poetry","tag-thing-a-day"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.quinnnorton.com\/said\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/491"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.quinnnorton.com\/said\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.quinnnorton.com\/said\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.quinnnorton.com\/said\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.quinnnorton.com\/said\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=491"}],"version-history":[{"count":11,"href":"https:\/\/www.quinnnorton.com\/said\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/491\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":665,"href":"https:\/\/www.quinnnorton.com\/said\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/491\/revisions\/665"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.quinnnorton.com\/said\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=491"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.quinnnorton.com\/said\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=491"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.quinnnorton.com\/said\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=491"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}