{"id":344,"date":"2005-04-11T16:30:43","date_gmt":"2005-04-11T16:30:43","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/idiolect.truth.posiweb.net\/notes\/?p=344"},"modified":"2005-04-11T16:30:43","modified_gmt":"2005-04-11T16:30:43","slug":"it-aint-what-you-do-its-what-it-does-to-you","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/idiolect.org.uk\/notes\/2005\/04\/11\/it-aint-what-you-do-its-what-it-does-to-you\/","title":{"rendered":"It ain&#8217;t what you do, it&#8217;s what it does to you."},"content":{"rendered":"<blockquote>\n<p>I have not bummed across America<br \/>\nwith only a dollar to spare, one pair<br \/>\nof busted Levi&#8217;s and a bowie knife.<br \/>\nI have lived with thieves in Manchester.<\/p>\n<p>I have not padded through the Taj Mahal,<br \/>\nbarefoot, listening to the space between<br \/>\neach footfall, picking up and putting down<br \/>\nits print against the marble floor. But I<\/p>\n<p>skimmed flat stones across Black Moss on a day<br \/>\nso still I could hear each set of ripples<br \/>\nas they crossed. I felt each stone&#8217;s inertia<br \/>\nspend itself against the water; then sink.<\/p>\n<p>I have not toyed with a parachute cord<br \/>\nwhile perched on the lip of a light aircraft;<br \/>\nbut I held the wobbly head of a boy<br \/>\nat the day centre, and stroked his fat hands.<\/p>\n<p>And I guess that the lightness in the throat<br \/>\nand the tiny cascading sensation<br \/>\nsomewhere inside us are both part of that<br \/>\nsense of something else. That feeling, I mean.<\/p>\n<p>.<\/p>\n<p align=\"center\">Simon Armitage<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I have not bummed across America with only a dollar to spare, one pair of busted Levi&#8217;s and a bowie knife. I have lived with thieves in Manchester. I have not padded through the Taj Mahal, barefoot, listening to the space between each footfall, picking up and putting down its print against the marble floor. [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":false,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","enabled":false},"version":2}},"categories":[3],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-344","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-quotes"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p5KQtW-5y","jetpack-related-posts":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/idiolect.org.uk\/notes\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/344"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/idiolect.org.uk\/notes\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/idiolect.org.uk\/notes\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/idiolect.org.uk\/notes\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/idiolect.org.uk\/notes\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=344"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/idiolect.org.uk\/notes\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/344\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/idiolect.org.uk\/notes\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=344"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/idiolect.org.uk\/notes\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=344"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/idiolect.org.uk\/notes\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=344"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}