{"id":4225,"date":"2020-02-07T10:58:07","date_gmt":"2020-02-07T08:58:07","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.point-editions.com\/?p=4225"},"modified":"2020-02-07T11:01:03","modified_gmt":"2020-02-07T09:01:03","slug":"the-window","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.point-editions.com\/nl\/the-window\/","title":{"rendered":"HET VENSTER"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" class=\"size-medium wp-image-4226 aligncenter\" src=\"http:\/\/www.point-editions.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/02\/617-296x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"296\" height=\"300\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.point-editions.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/02\/617-296x300.jpg 296w, https:\/\/www.point-editions.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/02\/617-300x304.jpg 300w, https:\/\/www.point-editions.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/02\/617-100x100.jpg 100w, https:\/\/www.point-editions.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/02\/617-200x203.jpg 200w, https:\/\/www.point-editions.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/02\/617.jpg 428w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 296px) 100vw, 296px\" \/><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"font-size: 18pt;\"><strong>HET VENSTER<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">Toen mijn geloof<br \/>\naan de zwakke draad van de gerechtigheid hing<br \/>\nen overal in de stad<br \/>\nde harten van mijn lampen<br \/>\ngebroken en versplinterd waren,<br \/>\ntoen de kinderlijke ogen van mijn liefde<br \/>\ngeblinddoekt werden door het zwarte hoofddoek van de wet,<br \/>\nen fonteinen van bloed<br \/>\nuit armoedige tempels van mijn verlangen gutsten,<br \/>\ntoen mijn leven niets meer was,<br \/>\nniets anders, dan de tik tak van een wandklok,<br \/>\nontdekte ik dat ik moet,<br \/>\ndat ik absoluut en mateloos<br \/>\nmoet beminnen.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>FOROUGH FARROKHZAD,<\/strong> Iran 1935-1967<br \/>\n<em>Vertaling Germain Droogenbroodt<\/em><\/p>\n<p><\/p>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp; HET VENSTER Toen mijn geloof aan de zwakke draad van de gerechtigheid hing en overal in de stad de harten van mijn lampen gebroken en versplinterd waren, toen de kinderlijke ogen van mijn liefde geblinddoekt werden door het zwarte hoofddoek van de wet, en fonteinen van bloed uit armoedige tempels van mijn verlangen gutsten, [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":4226,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_wp_rev_ctl_limit":""},"categories":[14],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.point-editions.com\/nl\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4225"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.point-editions.com\/nl\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.point-editions.com\/nl\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.point-editions.com\/nl\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.point-editions.com\/nl\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=4225"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/www.point-editions.com\/nl\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4225\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":4230,"href":"https:\/\/www.point-editions.com\/nl\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4225\/revisions\/4230"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.point-editions.com\/nl\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/4226"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.point-editions.com\/nl\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=4225"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.point-editions.com\/nl\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=4225"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.point-editions.com\/nl\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=4225"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}