{"id":1082,"date":"2015-03-12T00:03:40","date_gmt":"2015-03-12T00:03:40","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/marcmangel.net\/?page_id=1082"},"modified":"2015-03-12T00:03:40","modified_gmt":"2015-03-12T00:03:40","slug":"el-tur-1973","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/marcmangel.net\/?page_id=1082","title":{"rendered":"El Tur (1973)"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><strong>El Tur<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>by Marc Mangel<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Old man, old wanderer<\/p>\n<p>arrived with slowly dragging feet<\/p>\n<p>making trenches in the sand<\/p>\n<p>in the empty village<\/p>\n<p>today<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>once boisterous and joyous<\/p>\n<p>smelling the sea and<\/p>\n<p>vibrating life<\/p>\n<p>babies<\/p>\n<p>sweat<\/p>\n<p>good smells of fine food<\/p>\n<p>cool red wine in early evening<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>now all are gone<\/p>\n<p>as if a mist<\/p>\n<p>floated across the water<\/p>\n<p>leaving only shells<\/p>\n<p>crumbling about<\/p>\n<p>each other<\/p>\n<p>no longer supported by<\/p>\n<p>the gyrations of life<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Old man, old wanderer<\/p>\n<p>bent over and brown<\/p>\n<p>like the sand<\/p>\n<p>a baked old man<\/p>\n<p>fearlessly feeling brave<\/p>\n<p>a wide traveled hero<\/p>\n<p>although others might<\/p>\n<p>call him beggar<\/p>\n<p>lost youth<\/p>\n<p>fighing to surface in his face<\/p>\n<p>wrinkled<\/p>\n<p>but eyes still sparkling.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Old man, old wanderer<\/p>\n<p>in a crumbling town<\/p>\n<p>on the water<\/p>\n<p>the boats rotting<\/p>\n<p>boats that once were food<\/p>\n<p>and clothes<\/p>\n<p>and television (unfortunately)<\/p>\n<p>boats now becoming<\/p>\n<p>kindling<\/p>\n<p>houses slowly falling to ash<\/p>\n<p>occasionally an animal<\/p>\n<p>moves a door<\/p>\n<p>shutter<\/p>\n<p>a lonely welcome sight<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Old man in a crumbling town<\/p>\n<p>an outpost for his journey<\/p>\n<p>to forever from forever<\/p>\n<p>a visitor<\/p>\n<p>a guest<\/p>\n<p>for an empty town to love and fondle<\/p>\n<p>a joyous break from<\/p>\n<p>the monotony of waves on<\/p>\n<p>the beach but empty sounds<\/p>\n<p>perhaps they<\/p>\n<p>fit toegher.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>June 1973<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>El Tur by Marc Mangel &nbsp; Old man, old wanderer arrived with slowly dragging feet making trenches in the sand in the empty village today &nbsp; once boisterous and joyous smelling the sea and vibrating life babies sweat good smells of fine food cool red wine in early evening &nbsp; now all are gone as &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/marcmangel.net\/?page_id=1082\">Continue reading <span class=\"meta-nav\">&rarr;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"parent":11,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","template":"full-width-page.php","meta":{"footnotes":""},"class_list":["post-1082","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/marcmangel.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/1082","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/marcmangel.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/marcmangel.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/marcmangel.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/marcmangel.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=1082"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/marcmangel.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/1082\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1083,"href":"https:\/\/marcmangel.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/1082\/revisions\/1083"}],"up":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/marcmangel.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/11"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/marcmangel.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1082"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}