{"id":1003,"date":"2017-07-25T15:06:31","date_gmt":"2017-07-25T22:06:31","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.matthewsrosin.com\/?p=1003"},"modified":"2017-07-25T15:06:31","modified_gmt":"2017-07-25T22:06:31","slug":"poem-violence-in-crayon-2005","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.matthewsrosin.com\/?p=1003","title":{"rendered":"Poem: “Violence In Crayon” (2005)"},"content":{"rendered":"
He takes a crayon from the jar and draws violence.\r\n\r\nHe presses the green crayon to\r\nthe edge of the paper: a waxy horizon\r\nextends across.\r\n\r\nGreen goes down; brown comes up.\r\n\r\nThe walls of the house are erected:\r\ntwo square windows divided\r\ninto quarters and\r\na rectangle-and-circle door.\r\nThe chimney and angled roof\r\nreach upward toward rising,\r\nspiraling smoke.\r\n\r\nBrown goes down; blue comes up.\r\n\r\nMommy is drawn with a lightness of hand\r\nthat can only be called affection.\r\nHer hair cascades around teary\r\neyes and frightened mouth. Her blue dress\r\nemerges in angles.\r\n\r\nBlues goes down; purple comes up.\r\n\r\nA small circle is pressed into the paper\r\nbehind Mommy's back. The same\r\nlook of fright leaves desperate\r\nindentations in the sheets below.\r\nA mirror in purple,\r\nhis body is rooted\r\nin place through shaky lines.\r\n\r\nPurple goes down; red comes up,\r\n\r\nis pressed hard into the paper.\r\nThe monster's face swallows\r\nthe page, hair exploding\r\ntoward the upper edge; angry eyebrows\r\nover pinpoint eyes that nearly fall\r\ninto the fire mouth.\r\nTeeth menace forward as\r\nthe crayon's pressure rips\r\nthe page, tears\r\na small hole\r\nat the back of Daddy's throat.\r\n\r\nRed goes down.\r\n\r\nYellow comes up, offering\r\na circle with rays extending:\r\na huge yellow sun\r\nin the warm\r\ncorner, standing witness.\r\n\r\nYellow goes down.<\/pre>\n
Published as lyrics for Matt Rosin and the Dead Raven Choir\u2019s Fire Mouth<\/strong> collaborative LP.<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
He takes a crayon from the jar and draws violence. He presses the green crayon to the edge of the paper: a waxy horizon extends across. Green goes down; brown comes up. The walls of the house are erected: two square windows divided into quarters and a rectangle-and-circle door. The chimney and angled roof reach … Continue reading Poem: “Violence In Crayon” (2005)<\/span> →<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[14],"tags":[72,11,19],"class_list":["post-1003","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poetry-lyrics","tag-fire-mouth","tag-music","tag-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.matthewsrosin.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1003","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.matthewsrosin.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.matthewsrosin.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.matthewsrosin.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.matthewsrosin.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=1003"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/www.matthewsrosin.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1003\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1006,"href":"https:\/\/www.matthewsrosin.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1003\/revisions\/1006"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.matthewsrosin.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1003"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.matthewsrosin.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=1003"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.matthewsrosin.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=1003"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}