{"id":120,"date":"2012-08-09T10:26:04","date_gmt":"2012-08-09T17:26:04","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.haleyisleib.com\/?p=120"},"modified":"2013-04-02T10:03:46","modified_gmt":"2013-04-02T17:03:46","slug":"to-be-dead","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.haleyisleib.com\/?p=120","title":{"rendered":"to be dead"},"content":{"rendered":"

to be dead is to stop believing in the masterpieces we will create tomorrow.<\/em> ~patrick kavanaugh, poet<\/p>\n

i have this book of poetry from way the heck back in college; this is the first line of a poem that i have remembered and returned to over the years. later in the poem things take a turn for the bitter: you know no one loves you for what you have done, but for what you might do.<\/em><\/p>\n

what’s odd to me now is that it is the later line that has stuck in my head. i went right for the bitterness of the “dead” narrator, clinging to past accomplishments. this last time when i went back to the poem again — the first line hits me. smack. i get it.<\/p>\n

to be alive is to love the blank page for its true nature: an opening in the universe that invites you in.<\/p>\n

collected poems (norton) by patrick kavanagh<\/a><\/p>\n

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to be dead is to stop believing in the masterpieces we will create tomorrow. ~patrick kavanaugh, poet i have this book of poetry from way the heck back in college; this is the first line of a poem that i have remembered and returned to over the years. later in the poem things take a […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":false,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2}},"categories":[6,14],"tags":[89,88,86,87],"class_list":["post-120","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-read","category-write","tag-alive","tag-dead","tag-poem","tag-poet"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p4FBNg-1W","_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.haleyisleib.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/120","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.haleyisleib.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.haleyisleib.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.haleyisleib.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.haleyisleib.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=120"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/www.haleyisleib.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/120\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.haleyisleib.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=120"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.haleyisleib.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=120"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.haleyisleib.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=120"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}