{"type":"rich","version":"1.0","provider_name":"Transistor","provider_url":"https://transistor.fm","author_name":"The Disappearance Diaries of an Apprentice Hermit","title":"After the Ball: Season 5 - 1986.","html":"","width":"100%","height":180,"duration":736,"description":"I  GIRLS, AND BOY     Early sun dissolves the mist;     bottles and chairs  disrupt paths,   paving, lawns;    deer keep a cautious distance  in parkland trees.     On high-backed wicker chairs  five girls talk, smoke;     contractors dismantle  tents, lights;     fruit strung on green wire  along boughs.                 At a table nearbya boy sits alone,playing cards.   IIGIRL, AND BOYS Her hair is blonde,expensive,cut no ordinary way.  Her feet rest on a footstoolon the grass. The dress she wearshas small seed pearlssewn on silk.  the arm that almost touches him - does not move.                She watches,Looking above his eyes. She watches. He runs his fingersthrough his hair,plays with the knotof his white bow tie; notes the girls who talk,notes the girl in silk; notes the boyplaying cards ,nearby.​​​​ IIIBOYS  I watch you,as I watch myself,and know the breechthat undercuts your poise; the face, disfiguredby its rebounding image, clouded by what standard partsit can't extract. The picture blurs,but does not hidethe other guests departingin their pairs.      IVME, YOU, HER The band is striking jazz tunes; last tunes; light breaksthrough the marquee, draws to shape gothic buildings, trees beyond the parklit by the lightsof early motorists. The moon shrivelsin the opening sky, the blind spot grows: and sorrow, snared; the heart, too, a castle without walls an accomplice,in search of an assailant You meet my glance, and stretch your arm to her, fall in behind the pairthat goes aheadand the one that follows on.      ​​​​ VBOY, BOY Behind the doorthe recent worldis lost, and left behind.  This is your territory, I know: these trees, this house,  this lane,cleared by the departing taxi; but you have not arrived herelike this before; you have watched me,but my voice is alien – you have not seen eyes like mine;not fingers, jaw, nape.  I am not an old friend, I am the visitoryou have always known; the stranger within,betraying with a kiss,the kiss that...","thumbnail_url":"https://img.transistorcdn.com/y_cYTZLY_554KjVwlUcuZrlxRcBDrk22LfvZgAeolVg/rs:fill:0:0:1/w:400/h:400/q:60/mb:500000/aHR0cHM6Ly9pbWct/dXBsb2FkLXByb2R1/Y3Rpb24udHJhbnNp/c3Rvci5mbS9iZmRk/MTYzM2EzNjc5ODZl/M2M4MGEzZGY1MzNm/NGU1YS5wbmc.webp","thumbnail_width":300,"thumbnail_height":300}