{"id":3320,"date":"2014-12-01T17:54:34","date_gmt":"2014-12-01T15:54:34","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.johannapas.be\/core\/?p=3320"},"modified":"2014-12-01T17:54:34","modified_gmt":"2014-12-01T15:54:34","slug":"mist","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.johannapas.be\/core\/mist\/","title":{"rendered":"mist"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Ik bijt in de stinkende mist<br \/>\nvan de stad de stinkende mist<br \/>\nvan de stad bijt in mij. Vergeet<\/p>\n<p>wie ik was vergeet hoe ik heette.<br \/>\nLaat me zijn als het kielzog<br \/>\nvan voorbijgevaren schepen<\/p>\n<p>laat me los laat mijn tanden<br \/>\nzich niet meer verbijten aan<br \/>\nde stinkende mist van de stad<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/www.johannapas.be\/core\/mist\/attachment\/100320122933\/\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-3321\"><img data-attachment-id=\"3321\" data-permalink=\"https:\/\/www.johannapas.be\/core\/mist\/attachment\/100320122933\/\" data-orig-file=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.johannapas.be\/core\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/12\/100320122933.jpg?fit=1536%2C2048&amp;ssl=1\" data-orig-size=\"1536,2048\" data-comments-opened=\"1\" data-image-meta=\"{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;orientation&quot;:&quot;0&quot;}\" data-image-title=\"mist &#8211; mjp\" data-image-description=\"\" data-image-caption=\"\" data-medium-file=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.johannapas.be\/core\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/12\/100320122933.jpg?fit=225%2C300&amp;ssl=1\" data-large-file=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.johannapas.be\/core\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/12\/100320122933.jpg?fit=625%2C833&amp;ssl=1\" decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-3321\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.johannapas.be\/core\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/12\/100320122933.jpg?resize=225%2C300\" alt=\"mist - mjp\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" srcset=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.johannapas.be\/core\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/12\/100320122933.jpg?resize=225%2C300&amp;ssl=1 225w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.johannapas.be\/core\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/12\/100320122933.jpg?resize=630%2C840&amp;ssl=1 630w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.johannapas.be\/core\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/12\/100320122933.jpg?w=1536&amp;ssl=1 1536w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.johannapas.be\/core\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/12\/100320122933.jpg?w=1250 1250w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 225px) 100vw, 225px\" data-recalc-dims=\"1\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Ik bijt in de stinkende mist van de stad de stinkende mist van de stad bijt in mij. Vergeet wie ik was vergeet hoe ik heette. Laat me zijn als het kielzog van voorbijgevaren schepen laat me los laat mijn tanden zich niet meer verbijten aan de stinkende mist van de stad &nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[4],"tags":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/s8pym5-mist","jetpack-related-posts":[{"id":2117,"url":"https:\/\/www.johannapas.be\/core\/zoeklicht\/","url_meta":{"origin":3320,"position":0},"title":"zoeklicht","author":"Johanna","date":"8 april 2013","format":false,"excerpt":"De stad kruipt in mij laat haar licht in mij dwalen laat de stroom van de auto\u2019s als zee in mij galmen De stad houdt zich in mij gevangen verschuilt zich in rimpels in de rouwrand van nagels in de ruis in mijn oren in het gruis in mijn mond,\u2026","rel":"","context":"In &quot;gedichten&quot;","block_context":{"text":"gedichten","link":"https:\/\/www.johannapas.be\/core\/category\/gedichten\/"},"img":{"alt_text":"","src":"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.johannapas.be\/core\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/04\/boom-achter-hek-225x300.jpg?resize=350%2C200","width":350,"height":200},"classes":[]},{"id":2389,"url":"https:\/\/www.johannapas.be\/core\/gesprekken-tussen-stad-en-bos\/","url_meta":{"origin":3320,"position":1},"title":"gesprekken tussen stad en bos","author":"Johanna","date":"29 juli 2013","format":false,"excerpt":"Woeker - een fragment Pas als je dagen vastlegt in beton en glas, is het te laat. 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