{"id":2745,"date":"2018-03-09T09:00:12","date_gmt":"2018-03-09T09:00:12","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/wp.lancs.ac.uk\/translatingpain\/?p=2745"},"modified":"2018-03-29T22:48:22","modified_gmt":"2018-03-29T22:48:22","slug":"singing-bones","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/wp.lancs.ac.uk\/translatingpain\/2018\/03\/09\/singing-bones\/","title":{"rendered":"&#8216;Singing Bones&#8217;, by Katarina Juvancic"},"content":{"rendered":"<table>\n<tbody>\n<tr>\n<td width=\"651\"><span style=\"font-size: 14pt;font-family: georgia, palatino\">\u00a0Deeply submerged in the melancholy of the dying summer with my knees telling tales of the approaching cold and winter. My bones, surrounded with tumor necrosis cytokines causing acute and debilitating inflammation are dreading it.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/td>\n<td width=\"651\"><span style=\"font-size: 14pt;font-family: georgia, palatino\"><strong><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone\" src=\"http:\/\/wp.lancs.ac.uk\/translatingpain\/files\/2018\/02\/copyright-katarina-juvancic.jpg\" alt=\"This picture symbolises hope (sun) in the midst of winter. Trees are like bones. \" width=\"370\" height=\"326\" \/>\u00a0<\/strong><\/span><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14pt;font-family: georgia, palatino\">My body is a place of pain. My body is also a place of unutterable solitude, longing, and love. Love holding my cells in place. Love feeding them and helping them communicate better. I must find that place every time the system that keeps them in check collapses. I must remember it is here, all the time, ubiquitous and ever present. \u2028I need to embrace my disease and live with it as best as I possibly can. \u2028But most of all, I need to find a sustainable source of warmth and store it into my bones, so that they can sing songs of sun, warm breeze and golden evenings like this one all year round.<\/span><\/p>\n<ul>\n<li><span style=\"font-size: 14pt;font-family: georgia, palatino\"><span style=\"font-size: 14pt;font-family: georgia, palatino\"><span style=\"font-size: 14pt;font-family: georgia, palatino\"><em>by\u00a0Katarina Juvancic<\/em><\/span><\/span><\/span><a style=\"font-family: georgia, palatino;font-size: 14pt\" href=\"http:\/\/www.katarina-dejan.com\/en\">Website<\/a><\/li>\n<\/ul>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14pt;font-family: georgia, palatino\">Slovenia<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>\u00a0Deeply submerged in the melancholy of the dying summer with my knees telling tales of the approaching cold and winter. My bones, surrounded with tumor necrosis cytokines causing acute and debilitating inflammation are dreading it.\u00a0 &nbsp; \u00a0 My body is a place of pain. My body is also a place of unutterable solitude, longing, and [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":619,"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":true,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2}},"categories":[5],"tags":[14,56,17,12,11,15,57,58],"class_list":["post-2745","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-anthology","tag-body","tag-bones","tag-hope","tag-invisibility","tag-isolation","tag-loss","tag-love","tag-solitude","post-preview"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p8bHTD-Ih","jetpack_likes_enabled":false,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/wp.lancs.ac.uk\/translatingpain\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2745","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/wp.lancs.ac.uk\/translatingpain\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/wp.lancs.ac.uk\/translatingpain\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/wp.lancs.ac.uk\/translatingpain\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/619"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/wp.lancs.ac.uk\/translatingpain\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=2745"}],"version-history":[{"count":7,"href":"http:\/\/wp.lancs.ac.uk\/translatingpain\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2745\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2972,"href":"http:\/\/wp.lancs.ac.uk\/translatingpain\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2745\/revisions\/2972"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/wp.lancs.ac.uk\/translatingpain\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2745"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/wp.lancs.ac.uk\/translatingpain\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2745"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/wp.lancs.ac.uk\/translatingpain\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2745"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}