{"id":2992,"date":"2023-02-12T20:16:40","date_gmt":"2023-02-12T20:16:40","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/blog.jillpearlman.com\/?p=2992"},"modified":"2023-02-12T20:16:40","modified_gmt":"2023-02-12T20:16:40","slug":"rubble-rumble-toil-trouble","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blog.jillpearlman.com\/?p=2992","title":{"rendered":"Rubble, Rumble, Toil, Trouble"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p><\/p>\n\n\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image size-large\"><a href=\"https:\/\/blog.jillpearlman.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/02\/Green-Fingers-scaled.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"1024\" height=\"554\" src=\"https:\/\/blog.jillpearlman.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/02\/Green-Fingers-1024x554.jpg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-2993\" srcset=\"https:\/\/blog.jillpearlman.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/02\/Green-Fingers-1024x554.jpg 1024w, https:\/\/blog.jillpearlman.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/02\/Green-Fingers-300x162.jpg 300w, https:\/\/blog.jillpearlman.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/02\/Green-Fingers-768x416.jpg 768w, https:\/\/blog.jillpearlman.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/02\/Green-Fingers-1536x832.jpg 1536w, https:\/\/blog.jillpearlman.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/02\/Green-Fingers-2048x1109.jpg 2048w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 1024px) 100vw, 1024px\" \/><\/a><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<p><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Rubble, rumble, toil, trouble.\u00a0\u00a0All week long, a poem wrestled with me, and I within it.\u00a0\u00a0It held me tightly in its grip, everything onomapoetic with rubble.\u00a0\u00a0Emotions far outweighed thought: I grabbed at words, poor human with a pen, hoping something might eventually be interpretable.\u00a0<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Early Thursday morning, it released me.&nbsp;&nbsp;It hatched me like a clean and happy chick.&nbsp;&nbsp;You know the feeling, lying there dazzled and wondrous at nothing at all.&nbsp;&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>In this post-ness, there is no big vision. The nuzzling of two green things inside a streak of sun: a chlorophyllic fingered leaf lays its consolation on a celery green couch.&nbsp;&nbsp;Estranged family.&nbsp;&nbsp;The live plant remembers that the cloth, the weave, flax, linen, may have been an ancestor.&nbsp;&nbsp;The roll of a warmbody in bed on a cool morning. The squeal of a trumpet in a big band.&nbsp;&nbsp;The bend of a head.&nbsp;&nbsp;Tenderness in the gesture, an open field of peace.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Rubble, rumble, toil, trouble.\u00a0\u00a0All week long, a poem wrestled with me, and I within it.\u00a0\u00a0It held me tightly in its grip, everything onomapoetic with rubble.\u00a0\u00a0Emotions far outweighed thought: I grabbed at words, poor human with a pen, hoping something might &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/blog.jillpearlman.com\/?p=2992\">Continue reading <span class=\"meta-nav\">&rarr;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[1253,138,1252,1254],"class_list":["post-2992","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized","tag-earthquake","tag-poetry","tag-rubble","tag-turkey"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p4D5qU-Mg","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.jillpearlman.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2992","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.jillpearlman.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.jillpearlman.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.jillpearlman.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.jillpearlman.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=2992"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/blog.jillpearlman.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2992\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2995,"href":"https:\/\/blog.jillpearlman.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2992\/revisions\/2995"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.jillpearlman.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=2992"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.jillpearlman.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=2992"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.jillpearlman.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=2992"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}