{"id":3311,"date":"2021-04-29T10:18:50","date_gmt":"2021-04-29T14:18:50","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/?p=3311"},"modified":"2021-04-29T10:18:52","modified_gmt":"2021-04-29T14:18:52","slug":"a-poem-for-a-thursday-128","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/2021\/04\/29\/a-poem-for-a-thursday-128\/","title":{"rendered":"A Poem for a Thursday #128"},"content":{"rendered":"\n
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Marge Piercy is an American activist, novelist, and poet. She has written almost 20 novels and close to 20 volumes of poetry. Her writing addresses class, feminism, social, and environmental issues. Piercy and her husband, Ira Wood, run Leapfrog Press. This poem uses the word “phlogiston.” I had to look it up. Phlogiston theory refers to the belief by 18-century chemist that all combustible bodies contain an element called phlogiston that is released during combustion. This theory led to experiments that ultimately helped scientists to discover oxygen. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Talent is what they say\nyou have after the novel\nis published and favorably\nreviewed. Beforehand what\nyou have is a tedious\ndelusion, a hobby like knitting.\n\nWork is what you have done\nafter the play is produced\nand the audience claps.\nBefore that friends keep asking\n when you are planning to go \nout and get a job.\n\nGenius is what they know you\nhad after the third volume\nof remarkable poems. Earlier\nthey accuse you of withdrawing,\nask why you don't have a baby,\ncall you a bum.\n\nThe reason people want M.F.A.'s,\ntake workshops with fancy names\nwhen all you can really\nlearn is a few techniques,\ntyping instructions and some-\nbody else's mannerisms\n\nis that every artist lacks\na license to hang on the wall\nlike your optician, your vet\nproving you may be a clumsy sadist\nwhose fillings fall into the stew\nbut you're certified a dentist.\n\nThe real writer is one\nwho really writes. Talent\nis an invention like phlogiston\nafter the fact of fire.\nWork is its own cure. You have to \nlike it better than being loved.\n\nFor The Young Who Want To\nMarge Piercy \n<\/pre>\n\n\n\n
Visit Brona’s Books<\/a> to read another poem.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Marge Piercy is an American activist, novelist, and poet. She has written almost 20 novels and close to 20 volumes of poetry. Her writing addresses class, feminism, social, and environmental issues. Piercy and her husband, Ira Wood, run Leapfrog Press. This poem uses the word “phlogiston.” I had to look it up. Phlogiston theory refers to the belief by 18-century chemist that all combustible bodies contain an element called phlogiston that is released during combustion. This theory led to experiments that ultimately helped scientists to discover oxygen. Talent is what they say you have after the novel is published and favorably reviewed. Beforehand what you have is a tedious delusion, a hobby like knitting. Work is what you have done after the play is produced and the audience claps. Before that friends keep asking when you are planning to go out and get a job. Genius is what they know you had after the third volume of remarkable poems. Earlier they accuse you of withdrawing, ask why you don’t have a baby, call you a bum. The reason people want M.F.A.’s, take workshops with fancy names when all you can really learn is a few techniques, typing instructions and some- body else’s mannerisms is that every artist lacks a license to hang on the wall like your optician, your vet proving you may be a clumsy sadist whose fillings fall into the stew but you’re certified a dentist. The real writer is one who really writes. Talent is an invention like phlogiston after the fact of fire. Work is its own cure. You have to like it better than being loved. For The Young Who Want To Marge Piercy Visit Brona’s Books to read another poem.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":3312,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"_uf_show_specific_survey":0,"_uf_disable_surveys":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[2],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-3311","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-poem-for-a-thursday"],"aioseo_notices":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3311","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=3311"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3311\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3314,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3311\/revisions\/3314"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/3312"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=3311"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=3311"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=3311"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}