{"id":1790,"date":"2010-08-03T16:03:28","date_gmt":"2010-08-03T15:03:28","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/mikecampworld.com\/blog\/?p=1790"},"modified":"2010-08-03T16:04:33","modified_gmt":"2010-08-03T15:04:33","slug":"not-fainting-but-thinking","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/mikecampworld.com\/blog\/2010\/08\/03\/not-fainting-but-thinking\/","title":{"rendered":"Not Fainting but Thinking"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I am impressed with the vigilance of the blood transfusion service at looking out for fainting blood donors. One was a bit concerned about my welfare as when I am deep in thought (as I am often) I can have a rather vacant expression on my face&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>It inspired me to do this poem (which is a tribute to the far better and far more meaningful even if depressing <a href=\"http:\/\/www.poemhunter.com\/poem\/not-waving-but-drowning\/\" target=\"_blank\">&#8220;Not Waving but Drowning&#8221; by Stevie Smith<\/a>)<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>Not Fainting but Thinking<\/strong><\/p>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\">Sombody noticed him, the pondering man,<\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\">As he sat still with the cup from which he was drinking:<\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\">I was maybe looking vacant but was deep in thought<\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\">And not fainting but thinking.<\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\">~<\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\">Poor chap, he always gave blood well<\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\">And now he\u2019s faint<\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\">It must have been too hot for him as a pint of blood he gave away<\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\">How quaint<\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\">~<\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\">Oh, no no no, I quite like it hot<\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\">(Still the pondering man sat explaining)<\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\">I often look vacant throughout my life,<\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\"> And not fainting but thinking.<\/address>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Sombody noticed him, the pondering man,<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[52],"tags":[257,259,255,256,258],"class_list":["post-1790","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poetry","tag-blood-doning","tag-fainting","tag-not-waving-but-drowning","tag-stevie-smith","tag-thinking"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/mikecampworld.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1790","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/mikecampworld.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/mikecampworld.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mikecampworld.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mikecampworld.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1790"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/mikecampworld.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1790\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1792,"href":"https:\/\/mikecampworld.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1790\/revisions\/1792"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/mikecampworld.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1790"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mikecampworld.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1790"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mikecampworld.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1790"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}