{"id":34,"date":"2005-07-04T19:50:00","date_gmt":"2005-07-05T03:50:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/pierrejoris.com\/blog\/?p=34"},"modified":"2005-07-04T19:50:00","modified_gmt":"2005-07-05T03:50:00","slug":"34","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/pierrejoris.com\/blog\/34\/","title":{"rendered":""},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a href=\"http:\/\/www.fotoflix.com\/users\/pjoris\/foto\/40551\/\" target=\"_blank\"><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/www.fotoflix.com\/foto?key=3803148937978c1381fe90d72ec60765&#038;size=400x300\" border=\"0\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p><\/p>\n<div style=\"text-align: justify;\">4 July is my father&#8217;s death day \u2014 13 years ago \u2014 and now also that of <a href=\"http:\/\/writing.upenn.edu\/pepc\/authors\/thomas\/\">Lorenzo Thomas<\/a>, a wonderful poet, &#038; a sweet &amp; lovely man with a sharp <span style=\"font-style: italic;\">intelleto<\/span>. Here is the link to an <a href=\"http:\/\/www.chron.com\/cs\/CDA\/ssistory.mpl\/metropolitan\/3252557\">obit<\/a> in the  Houston Chronicle.<\/p>\n<p>And here is his poem \u201cTirade\u201d \u2014 on old age, something he didn&#8217;t get to appreciate, he died at 60, much too young \u2014 taken from <a href=\"http:\/\/www.coffeehousepress.org\/dancingonmainstreet.asp\"><span style=\"font-style: italic;\">Dancing on Main Street<\/span><\/a>:<\/div>\n<p>Now I know old age is cruel<br \/>It brings fears you never knew<\/p>\n<p>There is a hazard in the morning sun,<br \/>A thirty percent chance<br \/>This day will pass without<br \/>The birth of a regret<br \/>Or the blossoming of a sorrow<br \/>So well behaved and mild<br \/>Shyly, patiently<br \/>Gaining courage all these years<br \/>Blurting into the bliss<br \/>You\u2019ve sown around you<\/p>\n<p>These passions make your life last longer<br \/>Waiting for the day<br \/>You can no longer push them away.<br \/>Arms weakened,<br \/>Your heart grows stronger<br \/>And wisdom clinging to you like a child<br \/>To her broken doll,<br \/>You may finally sort everything out<br \/>And end with nothing<br \/>Left to fear tomorrow<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>4 July is my father&#8217;s death day \u2014 13 years ago \u2014 and now also that of Lorenzo Thomas, a wonderful poet, &#038; a sweet &amp; lovely man with a sharp intelleto. Here is&#46;&#46;&#46;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-34","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/pierrejoris.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/34","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/pierrejoris.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/pierrejoris.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pierrejoris.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pierrejoris.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=34"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/pierrejoris.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/34\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/pierrejoris.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=34"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pierrejoris.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=34"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pierrejoris.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=34"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}