{"id":380,"date":"2011-08-17T02:29:43","date_gmt":"2011-08-17T02:29:43","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/gregglory.com\/wordpress\/?p=380"},"modified":"2023-07-08T10:22:03","modified_gmt":"2023-07-08T10:22:03","slug":"on-the-way-there","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/gregglory.com\/blastpress\/posts\/on-the-way-there\/","title":{"rendered":"On the Way There"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>\nWe drive through the forest hills, which had been burned out when last I came here, a Teutonic village laid waste by Romans.  The landscape had had a look of dry charcoal, a cindery barbecue pit to roast whole constellations in.  The bare curve of the hills was easily discernible, flourishing trees ground down to discarded pencils.  Ash everywhere, a foot thick, clinging to the tear ducts, sticking like dog licks to your face, your eyelashes.  When you brought your feet back into the car, you left footprints like a moonman unpacking his suitcase at Cape Canaveral.\n<\/p>\n<p>\nNow, six years into death, everything seems bushy, a greedy green bursting out where the flames had flared.  Only here and there in the newness a pilot mast of the old growth stands up, a black beacon pointing pastward:  Medieval scholars cribbing a bastard Latin, or ripped bikers tattooing ornate roses on their chests under hairy beards.  The smell was of dew with the window down;  healthful, with no hint of the million cigarettes that had been inhaled to their filters in one suck.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>We drive through the forest hills, which had been burned out when last I came here, a Teutonic village laid waste by Romans. The landscape had had a look of dry charcoal, a cindery barbecue pit to roast whole constellations in. The bare curve of the hills was easily discernible, flourishing trees ground down to <a href='https:\/\/gregglory.com\/blastpress\/posts\/on-the-way-there\/' class='excerpt-more'>[&#8230;]<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1001002,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[5,9],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-380","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poems","category-sipping-beer","category-5-id","category-9-id","post-seq-1","post-parity-odd","meta-position-corners","fix"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/gregglory.com\/blastpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/380","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/gregglory.com\/blastpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/gregglory.com\/blastpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/gregglory.com\/blastpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1001002"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/gregglory.com\/blastpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=380"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/gregglory.com\/blastpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/380\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":8451,"href":"https:\/\/gregglory.com\/blastpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/380\/revisions\/8451"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/gregglory.com\/blastpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=380"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/gregglory.com\/blastpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=380"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/gregglory.com\/blastpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=380"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}