{"id":127,"date":"2008-11-24T09:00:15","date_gmt":"2008-11-24T16:00:15","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/leon.ingulsrud.net\/blog\/?p=127"},"modified":"2009-08-29T09:44:46","modified_gmt":"2009-08-29T16:44:46","slug":"i-am-iraq","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/leon.ingulsrud.net\/blog\/?p=127","title":{"rendered":"I am Iraq"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>This is a little bit random, but following up on the last post:<br \/>\nI heard someone singing S&#038;G&#8217;s &#8220;I Am A Rock&#8221; the other day, and the following, slight, adjustment of the lyrics occurred to me. Its essentially the same joke as &#8220;Iran is a country between Iraq and a hard place,&#8221; but the more I thought through the entire song, the more poignant it became. And funny.<\/p>\n<p>Of course there&#8217;s a problem with the line &#8220;I am an island.&#8221; And at first I tried to find something like &#8220;I am not Ireland.&#8221; But ultimately it became more interesting to imagine Iraq thinking of itself as an island.<\/p>\n<p>So enjoy! Sing along if you know the tune&#8230; <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;A winters day<br \/>\nIn a deep and dark December;<br \/>\nI am alone,<br \/>\nGazing from my window to the streets below<br \/>\nOn a freshly fallen silent shroud of snow.<br \/>\nI am Iraq,<br \/>\nI am an island.<\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;ve built walls,<br \/>\nA fortress deep and mighty,<br \/>\nThat none may penetrate.<br \/>\nI have no need of friendship; friendship causes pain.<br \/>\nIts laughter and its loving I disdain.<br \/>\nI am Iraq,<br \/>\nI am an island.<\/p>\n<p>Don&#8217;t talk of love,<br \/>\nBut I&#8217;ve heard the word before;<br \/>\nIts sleeping in my memory.<br \/>\nI won&#8217;t disturb the slumber of feelings that have died.<br \/>\nIf I never loved I never would have cried.<br \/>\nI am Iraq,<br \/>\nI am an island.<\/p>\n<p>I have my books<br \/>\nAnd my poetry to protect me;<br \/>\nI am shielded in my armor,<br \/>\nHiding in my room, safe within my womb.<br \/>\nI touch no one and no one touches me.<br \/>\nI am Iraq,<br \/>\nI am an island.<\/p>\n<p>And Iraq feels no pain;<br \/>\nAnd an island never cries.&#8221;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>This is a little bit random, but following up on the last post: I heard<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[42],"tags":[34,12,151,170,55],"class_list":["post-127","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-main-blog","tag-iraq","tag-jokes","tag-music","tag-paul-simon","tag-politics"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/leon.ingulsrud.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/127","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/leon.ingulsrud.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/leon.ingulsrud.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/leon.ingulsrud.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/leon.ingulsrud.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=127"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/leon.ingulsrud.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/127\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":204,"href":"https:\/\/leon.ingulsrud.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/127\/revisions\/204"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/leon.ingulsrud.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=127"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/leon.ingulsrud.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=127"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/leon.ingulsrud.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=127"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}