{"id":1506,"date":"2017-09-11T08:25:44","date_gmt":"2017-09-11T15:25:44","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/?p=1506"},"modified":"2017-09-10T11:48:04","modified_gmt":"2017-09-10T18:48:04","slug":"1506","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/?p=1506","title":{"rendered":"Sunfrozen by Josh Pearce"},"content":{"rendered":"<h6><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-1509\" src=\"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/09\/Eugene_de_Blaas_On_the_Beach_-_Art_Renewal_Center-169x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"169\" height=\"300\" srcset=\"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/09\/Eugene_de_Blaas_On_the_Beach_-_Art_Renewal_Center-169x300.jpg 169w, http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/09\/Eugene_de_Blaas_On_the_Beach_-_Art_Renewal_Center.jpg 512w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 169px) 100vw, 169px\" \/><\/h6>\n<p>She stands in the sand<br \/>\non the shore,<br \/>\nthrowing stones<br \/>\nat the ocean.<\/p>\n<p>As with all mass,<br \/>\nshe is frozen energy,<br \/>\nstuck stock still until<br \/>\na wave of angry lust<br \/>\ncrashes over her,<br \/>\nalone in all that foam.<\/p>\n<p>After the ebb<br \/>\nshe is forced to collect<br \/>\nher thoughts like shells<br \/>\nand sand dollars<br \/>\nand piece them together<\/p>\n<p>as the spitting, hissing salt<br \/>\nwater dissolves<br \/>\neverything solid around her<br \/>\ninto muddy rivulets<\/p>\n<p>that run back<br \/>\ninto the sea.<\/p>\n<p>See, she remembers<br \/>\nthat we are<br \/>\nfrozen sunlight<br \/>\nmelting under the black heat<br \/>\nof gravity.<\/p>\n<p>Bit by bit our isotopes<br \/>\nand stereotropes<br \/>\nradioactive decay<br \/>\ninto half<br \/>\nlives<\/p>\n<p>until, with one last breath,<br \/>\nour chests blow out<br \/>\nlike puffballs,<\/p>\n<p>suspended in beams<br \/>\nof unfrozen<br \/>\nsun.<\/p>\n<h6>Illustration is On the Beach by Eugene de Blaas, 1908<\/h6>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>She stands in the sand on the shore, throwing stones at the ocean. As with all mass, she is frozen energy, stuck stock still until a wave of angry lust crashes over her, alone in all that foam. After the ebb she is forced to collect her thoughts like shells and sand dollars and piece [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[17],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1506","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1506","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=1506"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1506\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1508,"href":"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1506\/revisions\/1508"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1506"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=1506"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=1506"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}