{"id":1240,"date":"2016-06-14T15:18:44","date_gmt":"2016-06-14T19:18:44","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/kuny.ca\/blogs\/?p=1240"},"modified":"2016-04-14T15:20:13","modified_gmt":"2016-04-14T19:20:13","slug":"dorothy-parker-symptom-recital","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/kuny.ca\/blogs\/2016\/1240\/poems\/dorothy-parker-symptom-recital\/","title":{"rendered":"Dorothy Parker: Symptom Recital"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I do not like my state of mind;<br \/>\nI&#8217;m bitter, querulous, unkind.<br \/>\nI hate my legs, I hate my hands,<br \/>\nI do not yearn for lovelier lands.<br \/>\nI dread the dawn&#8217;s recurrent light;<br \/>\nI hate to go to bed at night.<br \/>\nI snoot at simple, earnest folk.<br \/>\nI cannot take the gentlest joke.<br \/>\nI find no peace in paint or type.<br \/>\nMy world is but a lot of tripe.<br \/>\nI&#8217;m disillusioned, empty-breasted.<br \/>\nFor what I think, I&#8217;d be arrested.<br \/>\nI am not sick, I am not well.<br \/>\nMy quondam dreams are shot to hell.<br \/>\nMy soul is crushed, my spirit sore;<br \/>\nI do not like me any more.<br \/>\nI cavil, quarrel, grumble, grouse.<br \/>\nI ponder on the narrow house.<br \/>\nI shudder at the thought of men&#8230;.<br \/>\nI&#8217;m due to fall in love again.<\/p>\n<!-- AddThis Advanced Settings generic via filter on the_content --><!-- AddThis Share Buttons generic via filter on the_content -->","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I do not like my state of mind; I&#8217;m bitter, querulous, unkind. I hate my legs, I hate my hands, I do not yearn for lovelier lands. I dread the dawn&#8217;s recurrent light; I hate to go to bed at night. I snoot at simple, earnest folk. I cannot take the gentlest joke. I find <a href='http:\/\/kuny.ca\/blogs\/2016\/1240\/poems\/dorothy-parker-symptom-recital\/' class='excerpt-more'>[&#8230;]<\/a><!-- AddThis Advanced Settings generic via filter on get_the_excerpt --><!-- AddThis Share Buttons generic via filter on get_the_excerpt --><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"ngg_post_thumbnail":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[4],"tags":[312,310],"class_list":["post-1240","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poems","tag-love-stories","tag-zingers","category-4-id","post-seq-1","post-parity-odd","meta-position-corners","fix"],"aioseo_notices":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/kuny.ca\/blogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1240","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/kuny.ca\/blogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/kuny.ca\/blogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/kuny.ca\/blogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/kuny.ca\/blogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1240"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"http:\/\/kuny.ca\/blogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1240\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1241,"href":"http:\/\/kuny.ca\/blogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1240\/revisions\/1241"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/kuny.ca\/blogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1240"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/kuny.ca\/blogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1240"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/kuny.ca\/blogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1240"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}