{"id":2008,"date":"2009-06-24T10:56:53","date_gmt":"2009-06-24T17:56:53","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.alephnaught.com\/Blog\/?p=2008"},"modified":"2009-06-24T10:56:53","modified_gmt":"2009-06-24T17:56:53","slug":"et-tu-brute","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.alephnaught.com\/Blog\/2009\/06\/24\/et-tu-brute\/","title":{"rendered":"Et tu, Brute"},"content":{"rendered":"<div id=\"content_div-2008\">\n<p>This is a poem I wrote a very long time ago:<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 30px;\">Thin shadows engulf the man,<br \/>\nThey would wound the land.<br \/>\nAs metal and human merge into sculpture<br \/>\nThe birds fly south to dawn.<br \/>\nAs one the glints light the shadows<br \/>\nAnd Juno cries a bloody tear.<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 30px;\">The light scatters into a funeral pyre,<br \/>\nEulogies shredding the country road.<br \/>\nA pair of bent candles snuffed by their own wax<br \/>\nCompelled by right of wrong.<br \/>\nThese shadows are gone!<br \/>\nNames to be feared!<\/p>\n<p>I set it to music and you can find that <a href=\"http:\/\/www.alephnaught.com\/Blog\/music-by-aleph-naught-the-null-set\/\">here<\/a>.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div class=\"translate_block\" style=\"display: none;\">\n<hr class=\"translate_hr\" \/>\n<a class=\"translate_translate\" id=\"translate_button_post-2008\" lang=\"en\" xml:lang=\"en\" href=\"javascript:show_translate_popup('en', 'post', 2008);\"><span>Translate<\/span><\/a><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.alephnaught.com\/Blog\/wp-content\/plugins\/google-ajax-translation\/transparent.gif?resize=16%2C16&#038;ssl=1\" id=\"translate_loading_post-2008\" class=\"translate_loading colorbox-2008\" style=\"display: none;\" width=\"16\" height=\"16\" alt=\"\" \/>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>This is a poem I wrote a very long time ago: Thin shadows engulf the man, They would wound the land. As metal and human merge into sculpture The birds fly south to dawn. As one the glints light the shadows And Juno cries a bloody tear. The light scatters into a funeral pyre, Eulogies [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"om_disable_all_campaigns":false,"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"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":""},"categories":[8],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-2008","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-personal"],"aioseo_notices":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p2w3Qj-wo","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.alephnaught.com\/Blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2008","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.alephnaught.com\/Blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.alephnaught.com\/Blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.alephnaught.com\/Blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.alephnaught.com\/Blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=2008"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.alephnaught.com\/Blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2008\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.alephnaught.com\/Blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2008"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.alephnaught.com\/Blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2008"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.alephnaught.com\/Blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2008"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}