{"id":1291,"date":"2011-06-20T20:27:55","date_gmt":"2011-06-20T20:27:55","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.pouringbeans.com\/?p=1291"},"modified":"2011-06-20T20:27:55","modified_gmt":"2011-06-20T20:27:55","slug":"digital-poetry-corner","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/pouringbeans.com\/archive\/?p=1291","title":{"rendered":"Digital Poetry Corner"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>&#8230; it&#8217;s more like a nook than a corner.<\/p>\n<p>We like to encourage diversity here at Pouring Beans. Never one to turn our backs on creativity no matter how stupid it may appear on paper I have been working on a song or digital poem about a recent amusing story whereby an\u00a0acquaintance of mine kept confusing things for milk. At the time I couldn&#8217;t see the potential yet several evenings later, whilst frothing my whiskers, it hit me like a lead\u00a0skillet. I therefore present the early version of \u00a0&#8216;It Could Be But It Isn&#8217;t Milk&#8217;.<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"text-decoration: underline;\"><strong>It Could Be But It Isn&#8217;t Milk<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p><em>Some kitchen roll, truth be told<\/em><br \/>\n<em>It looks like milk but it isn&#8217;t milk<\/em><br \/>\n<em>There&#8217;s a duvet where this morn I lay <\/em><br \/>\n<em>It could be milk but it&#8217;s not milk<\/em><br \/>\n<em>That fabric softener, that Debra Toffner<\/em><br \/>\n<em>They should be milk yet they&#8217;re not milk <\/em><br \/>\n<em>Cup of PVA in the DVLA<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Isn&#8217;t milk, it&#8217;ll never be milk<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>And that chemical solution<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Which solidified an intrusion<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Of my fridge-time expedition of a curious coalition<\/em><br \/>\n<em>It stands near my hands and wagers damn demands<\/em><br \/>\n<em>For mountains of wondrous hundreds and thousands<\/em><br \/>\n<em>It might well be made of milk, but it certainly isn&#8217;t milk<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>Fuck off yoghurt. <\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&#8230; it&#8217;s more like a nook than a corner. We like to encourage diversity here at Pouring Beans. Never one to turn our backs on creativity no matter how stupid it may appear on paper I have been working on a song or digital poem about a recent amusing story whereby an\u00a0acquaintance of mine kept [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":5,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[14,4],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1291","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-god-damn-poetry","category-ian"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/pouringbeans.com\/archive\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1291","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/pouringbeans.com\/archive\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/pouringbeans.com\/archive\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pouringbeans.com\/archive\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/5"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pouringbeans.com\/archive\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=1291"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/pouringbeans.com\/archive\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1291\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1292,"href":"https:\/\/pouringbeans.com\/archive\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1291\/revisions\/1292"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/pouringbeans.com\/archive\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1291"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pouringbeans.com\/archive\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=1291"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pouringbeans.com\/archive\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=1291"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}