{"id":684,"date":"2007-04-18T19:13:18","date_gmt":"2007-04-18T23:13:18","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/beatrice.com\/wordpress\/2010\/04\/18\/joseph-lease-free-again\/"},"modified":"2010-07-16T20:04:17","modified_gmt":"2010-07-17T00:04:17","slug":"joseph-lease-free-again","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/beatrice.com\/wordpress\/2007\/04\/18\/joseph-lease-free-again\/","title":{"rendered":"Joseph Lease, from &#8220;Free Again&#8221;"},"content":{"rendered":"<blockquote>\n<p>When I can&#8217;t sleep I am full of red buds and torn curtains and shiny cars parked in a lot. My lower-middle-class manners tear through my upper-middle-class manners: I stared at braided colors in water while my peers figured out the art of the deal. I was (I wanted to be) a Miwestern boy with a disco in my eyes&#8212;Chicago Jew, greengold suburb Jew, son of a Coney Island Jew. When I drank I got punched up by luminous waves of anger. I thought I had to chhoose between winning in New York and being a good person. I&#8217;m not a good person: a good person doesn&#8217;t talk about himself&#8212;or so good people tell me. What is our country. Did it start as blank, as blank blank, as blank blank blank. I would love to fly to Vegas for the Punk Festival&#8212;we aren&#8217;t the first culture to &#8220;monetize relationships&#8221;&#8212;force steel splintering, force breathing, moisture in the air: the city dissolves, one long story of corruption: USA means the outer miracle kills the inner miracle: history has to live with what was here: no images, no lightning, no letters of flame: leaves move, clouds move, money moves, night pushes through the money&#8212;<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<p>From <a href='http:\/\/www.powells.com\/partner\/29017\/biblio\/.1566891981'><i>Broken World<\/i><\/a>. Lease reads tonight  with Paul Vazquez at the <a href=\"http:\/\/www.poetryproject.com\/\">Poetry Project<\/a> at St. Mark&#8217;s Church, and also at Labyrinth Book this Saturday afternoon.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>When I can&#8217;t sleep I am full of red buds and torn curtains and shiny cars parked in a lot. My lower-middle-class manners tear through my upper-middle-class manners: I stared at braided colors in water while my peers figured out the art of the deal. I was (I wanted to be) a Miwestern boy with [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/beatrice.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/684"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/beatrice.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/beatrice.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/beatrice.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/beatrice.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=684"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/beatrice.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/684\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/beatrice.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=684"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/beatrice.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=684"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/beatrice.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=684"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}