{"id":4788,"date":"2015-02-03T11:35:56","date_gmt":"2015-02-03T09:35:56","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/?p=4788"},"modified":"2015-02-03T11:36:12","modified_gmt":"2015-02-03T09:36:12","slug":"the-occasional-traveller","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/?p=4788","title":{"rendered":"The Occasional Traveller"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-4789\" alt=\"man\" src=\"http:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/02\/man-250x250.jpg\" width=\"250\" height=\"250\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/02\/man-250x250.jpg 250w, https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/02\/man-150x150.jpg 150w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 250px) 100vw, 250px\" \/><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<blockquote class=\"sc-blockquote\">The Occasional Traveller<\/p>\n<p>This is a poem of male roads. It starts<br \/>with an ordinary road made up of<br \/>daily traffic plus the occasional<br \/>traveller impulsively joining<br \/>the regulars. Unlike them he has no<br \/>sense of the time this journey will grab<br \/>from his life, he cannot calculate <br \/>whether or not it is worth the risk.<br \/>The seasoned traveller can always<br \/>turn around, go back home, and<br \/>salvage part of the day. But this<br \/>impulsive one is lost between<br \/>the too familiar house he has abandoned<br \/>and a goal he cannot name or envision.<br \/>In the end he will need to see his journey<br \/>as a success. All around him the regulars <br \/>are smiling, counting their profits, <br \/>congratulating each other, laying plans<br \/>and new schemes. Only the occasional<br \/>traveller, this man bereft of companionship, <br \/>is alone. His mind is a round-about, <br \/>with no exits, only entrances. At day&#8217;s<br \/>end, no woman sweetens his life.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Daniel Brick<\/blockquote>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[9],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-4788","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-contemporary-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4788","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=4788"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4788\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":4792,"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4788\/revisions\/4792"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=4788"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=4788"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=4788"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}