{"id":5706,"date":"2006-12-14T10:28:51","date_gmt":"2006-12-14T15:28:51","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/?p=5706"},"modified":"2022-10-12T10:11:26","modified_gmt":"2022-10-12T14:11:26","slug":"connection","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/?p=5706","title":{"rendered":"Connection"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>This poem somehow reminds me of <a href=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/?p=5704\">what I wrote yesterday <\/a>about <i>Grey Gardens<\/i>.<\/p>\n<p><b>Crusoe <\/b> <i>by George Bilgere<\/i><\/p>\n<p>When you&#8217;ve been away from it long enough,<br \/>\nYou begin to forget the country<br \/>\nOf couples, with all its strange customs<br \/>\nAnd mysterious ways. Those two<br \/>\nOver there, for instance: late thirties,<br \/>\nAttractive and well-dressed, reading<br \/>\nAt the table, drinking some complicated<br \/>\nCoffee drink. They haven&#8217;t spoken<br \/>\nOr even looked at each other in thirty minutes,<\/p>\n<p>But the big toe of her right foot, naked<br \/>\nIn its sandal, sometimes grazes<br \/>\nThe naked ankle bone of his left foot,<\/p>\n<p>The faintest signal, a line thrown<\/p>\n<p>Between two vessels as they cruise<br \/>\nThrough this hour, this vacation, this life,<br \/>\nThrough the thick novels they&#8217;re reading,<br \/>\nHer toe saying to his ankle,<\/p>\n<p>Here&#8217;s to the whole improbable story<br \/>\nOf our meeting, of our life together<br \/>\nAnd the oceanic richness<br \/>\nOf our mingled narrative<br \/>\nWith its complex past, with its hurts<br \/>\nAnd secret jokes, its dark closets<br \/>\nAnd delightful sexual quirks,<br \/>\nIts occasional doldrums, its vast<br \/>\nFuture we have already peopled<br \/>\nWith children. How safe we are<\/p>\n<p>Compared to that man sitting across the room,<br \/>\nMarooned with his drink<br \/>\nAnd yellow notebook, trying to write<br \/>\nA way off his little island.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>This poem somehow reminds me of what I wrote yesterday about Grey Gardens. Crusoe by George Bilgere When you&#8217;ve been away from it long enough, You begin to forget the country Of couples, with all its strange customs And mysterious &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/?p=5706\">Continue reading <span class=\"meta-nav\">&rarr;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[9],"tags":[160],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5706"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=5706"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5706\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":179918,"href":"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5706\/revisions\/179918"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=5706"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=5706"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=5706"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}