{"id":64,"date":"2022-01-06T23:57:58","date_gmt":"2022-01-06T23:57:58","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/pvdpoetry.com\/spoonriveranthology\/?page_id=64"},"modified":"2022-01-07T23:12:21","modified_gmt":"2022-01-07T23:12:21","slug":"indignation-jones","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/pvdpoetry.com\/spoonriveranthology\/spoon-river-anthology\/indignation-jones\/","title":{"rendered":"&#8220;Indignation&#8221; Jones"},"content":{"rendered":"<p class=\"noindent\">You would not believe, would you<br \/>\nThat I came from good Welsh stock?<br \/>\nThat I was purer blooded than the white trash here?<br \/>\nAnd of more direct lineage than the<br \/>\nNew Englanders And Virginians of Spoon River?<br \/>\nYou would not believe that I had been to school<br \/>\nAnd read some books.<br \/>\nYou saw me only as a run-down man<br \/>\nWith matted hair and beard<br \/>\nAnd ragged clothes.<br \/>\nSometimes a man\u2019s life turns into a cancer<br \/>\nFrom being bruised and continually bruised,<br \/>\nAnd swells into a purplish mass<br \/>\nLike growths on stalks of corn.<br \/>\nHere was I, a carpenter, mired in a bog of life<br \/>\nInto which I walked, thinking it was a meadow,<br \/>\nWith a slattern for a wife, and poor Minerva, my daughter,<br \/>\nWhom you tormented and drove to death.<br \/>\nSo I crept, crept, like a snail through the days<br \/>\nOf my life.<br \/>\nNo more you hear my footsteps in the morning,<br \/>\nResounding on the hollow sidewalk<br \/>\nGoing to the grocery store for a little corn meal<br \/>\nAnd a nickel\u2019s worth of bacon.<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/pvdpoetry.com\/spoonriveranthology\/spoon-river-anthology\/minerva-jones\/\">Previous: Minerva Jones<\/a><\/p>\n<p>Next: Doctor Meyers<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>You would not believe, would you That I came from good Welsh stock? That I was purer blooded than the white trash here? And of more direct lineage than the New Englanders And Virginians of Spoon River? You would not believe that I had been to school And read some books. You saw me only [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"parent":68,"menu_order":22,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[6],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-64","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry","category-jones"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/pvdpoetry.com\/spoonriveranthology\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/64","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/pvdpoetry.com\/spoonriveranthology\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/pvdpoetry.com\/spoonriveranthology\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pvdpoetry.com\/spoonriveranthology\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pvdpoetry.com\/spoonriveranthology\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=64"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/pvdpoetry.com\/spoonriveranthology\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/64\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":140,"href":"https:\/\/pvdpoetry.com\/spoonriveranthology\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/64\/revisions\/140"}],"up":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pvdpoetry.com\/spoonriveranthology\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/68"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/pvdpoetry.com\/spoonriveranthology\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=64"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pvdpoetry.com\/spoonriveranthology\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=64"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pvdpoetry.com\/spoonriveranthology\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=64"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}