{"id":3954,"date":"2020-08-29T19:54:27","date_gmt":"2020-08-29T18:54:27","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/stuartpoetry.art\/?p=3954"},"modified":"2022-09-07T21:47:17","modified_gmt":"2022-09-07T20:47:17","slug":"adieu-baudelaire","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/2020\/08\/29\/adieu-baudelaire\/","title":{"rendered":"Adieu Baudelaire"},"content":{"rendered":"<div>I am a washed up middle aged poet<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div>Who has nothing new to say<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div>I write about mermaids<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div>And use mystical words<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div>Just to disguise my shortcomings<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div>Yet I am admired by many<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div>So I continue writing poetry<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div>The other day I received a letter<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div>Telling me that true poets<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div>Commit suicide at forty-six<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div>I am past that year<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div>So I wonder if I am a poet at all<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div>At present I live in a convent<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div>The nuns treat me well<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div>And they do not pity me at all<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div>I have been told by the Mother Superior<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div>That I can stay as long as I want<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div>It is useful having a sister in the trade<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div>The convent is two miles from the sea<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div>And I often wander down to the beach<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div>Hoping to spot a mermaid<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div>But of course they do not exist<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div>And all I find is the detritus of mankind<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div>I collect this shit in plastic bags<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div>And wait for the Wednesday Lorry<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div>This is about the only creative thing I do<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div>Apart from odd jobs around the convent<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div>I suppose that I should be glad that God still loves me<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div>But I have this awful feeling that I am about to leave<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I am a washed up middle aged poet Who has nothing new to say I write about mermaids And use mystical words Just to disguise my shortcomings Yet I am admired by many So I continue writing poetry The other day I received a letter Telling me that true poets Commit suicide at forty-six I [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[1],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3954"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=3954"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3954\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":11862,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3954\/revisions\/11862"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=3954"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=3954"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=3954"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}