{"id":383,"date":"2014-09-09T15:13:38","date_gmt":"2014-09-09T15:13:38","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blog.radiofabrik.at\/stimmen\/?p=383"},"modified":"2014-09-25T09:44:06","modified_gmt":"2014-09-25T09:44:06","slug":"bishop-said-ways-god-strange","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blog.radiofabrik.at\/stimmen\/2014\/09\/09\/bishop-said-ways-god-strange\/","title":{"rendered":"&#8220;&#8230;and the Bishop said: the ways of God are strange!&#8221;"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<!-- iframe plugin v.6.0 wordpress.org\/plugins\/iframe\/ -->\n<iframe loading=\"lazy\" src=\"http:\/\/cba.fro.at\/268924\/embed?&#038;socialmedia=true&#038;title=false&#038;subscribe=true&#038;series_link=true\" width=\"100%\" height=\"250\" style=\"border:none; width:100%; height:250;\" scrolling=\"yes\" class=\"iframe-class\" frameborder=\"0\"><\/iframe>\n\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>In Stimmen aus den Sch\u00fctzengr\u00e4ben #11 we deal again with <strong>War Poetry<\/strong>. The first guest of the episode is <a href=\"http:\/\/en.wikipedia.org\/wiki\/Siegfried_Sassoon\"><strong>Siegfried Sassoon<\/strong><\/a>, a British soldier who belongs to the so-called &#8220;<strong>War Poets<\/strong>&#8220;. WWI British war poetry is regarded either as a genre on its own or as a subgenre belonging to the so-called <strong>Georgian poetry<\/strong>. The authors &#8211; young soldiers and officers fighting on the Western front &#8211; used to send their verses to newspapers, and some of their work was thus <strong>well-known<\/strong> by the public. In 1985 a memorial was unveiled at the <a href=\"http:\/\/en.wikipedia.org\/wiki\/Poets%27_Corner\">Poet&#8217;s Corner<\/a> in <strong>Westminster Abbey<\/strong>. It bears the names of 16 poets, many of whom died in battle. Siegfried Sassoon served as second lieutenant and managed to survive the war.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">&#8220;<strong>They<\/strong>&#8220;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">The Bishop tells us: &#8216;When the boys come back<br \/>\n&#8216;They will not be the same; for they&#8217;ll have fought<br \/>\n&#8216;In a just cause: they lead the last attack<br \/>\n&#8216;On Anti-Christ; their comrades&#8217; blood has bought<br \/>\n&#8216;New right to breed an honourable race,<br \/>\n&#8216;They have challenged Death and dared him face to face.&#8217;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">&#8216;We&#8217;re none of us the same!&#8217; the boys reply.<br \/>\n&#8216;For George lost both his legs; and Bill&#8217;s stone blind;<br \/>\n&#8216;Poor Jim&#8217;s shot through the lungs and like to die;<br \/>\n&#8216;And Bert&#8217;s gone syphilitic: you&#8217;ll not find<br \/>\n&#8216;A chap who&#8217;s served that hasn&#8217;t found <em>some<\/em> change.<br \/>\n&#8216; And the Bishop said: &#8216;The ways of God are strange!&#8217;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<figure id=\"attachment_393\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-393\" style=\"width: 420px\" class=\"wp-caption aligncenter\"><a href=\"https:\/\/blog.radiofabrik.at\/stimmen\/files\/2014\/09\/Siegfried_Sassoon_by_George_Charles_Beresford_1915.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"wp-image-393 \" src=\"https:\/\/blog.radiofabrik.at\/stimmen\/files\/2014\/09\/Siegfried_Sassoon_by_George_Charles_Beresford_1915.jpg\" alt=\"Siegfried_Sassoon_by_George_Charles_Beresford_(1915)\" width=\"420\" height=\"590\" srcset=\"https:\/\/blog.radiofabrik.at\/stimmen\/files\/2014\/09\/Siegfried_Sassoon_by_George_Charles_Beresford_1915.jpg 427w, https:\/\/blog.radiofabrik.at\/stimmen\/files\/2014\/09\/Siegfried_Sassoon_by_George_Charles_Beresford_1915-213x300.jpg 213w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 420px) 100vw, 420px\" \/><\/a><figcaption id=\"caption-attachment-393\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">Siegfried Sassoon (Wikipedia)<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Guillaume Apollinaire is a key figure in the cultural scene of early 20th century. In Paris he befriended the <strong>foremost intellectuals<\/strong> of his time, such as <a href=\"http:\/\/en.wikipedia.org\/wiki\/Pablo_Picasso\">Pablo Picasso<\/a>, <a href=\"http:\/\/en.wikipedia.org\/wiki\/Blaise_Cendrars\">Blaise Cendrars<\/a> and <a href=\"http:\/\/en.wikipedia.org\/wiki\/Jean_Cocteau\">Jean Cocteau<\/a>. He also friends with <a href=\"http:\/\/en.wikipedia.org\/wiki\/Giuseppe_Ungaretti\"><strong>Giuseppe Ungaretti<\/strong><\/a>, who later became the most influential Italian poet of his time. Apollinaire was born in Rome in 1880 from a <strong>Polish mother<\/strong> and an unknown father, but later moved to France and was living in Paris at the break of war. He <strong>volunteered<\/strong> for the army in December 1914 and served first in the 38th artilery regiment, then as second lieutenant in the 96th infantry regiment. In 1916 he received a <strong>severe head wound<\/strong> from a shrapnell, and could never fully recover. In 1918, still weakened, he contracted the <a href=\"http:\/\/en.wikipedia.org\/wiki\/1918_flu_pandemic\"><strong>Spanish Flu<\/strong> <\/a>and died. His body was found on the 9th of November by his friend Ungaretti, who wanted to pay him a visit in Paris.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left\">The life on the front left a <strong>deep trace<\/strong> in some of Apollinaire&#8217;s writings. The poet had a contraddictory vision of war, and managed to create astonishing metaphors from its <strong>dreadful images<\/strong>. In the selected poem, for exemple, he compares a shell &#8211; a <em>beautiful<\/em> shell &#8211; to a mimosa in bloom.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<figure id=\"attachment_394\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-394\" style=\"width: 360px\" class=\"wp-caption aligncenter\"><a href=\"https:\/\/blog.radiofabrik.at\/stimmen\/files\/2014\/09\/Guillaume_Apollinaire_foto.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"wp-image-394\" src=\"https:\/\/blog.radiofabrik.at\/stimmen\/files\/2014\/09\/Guillaume_Apollinaire_foto.jpg\" alt=\"Second Lieutenant Guillaume Apollinaire (Wikipedia)\" width=\"360\" height=\"548\" srcset=\"https:\/\/blog.radiofabrik.at\/stimmen\/files\/2014\/09\/Guillaume_Apollinaire_foto.jpg 1428w, https:\/\/blog.radiofabrik.at\/stimmen\/files\/2014\/09\/Guillaume_Apollinaire_foto-197x300.jpg 197w, https:\/\/blog.radiofabrik.at\/stimmen\/files\/2014\/09\/Guillaume_Apollinaire_foto-672x1024.jpg 672w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 360px) 100vw, 360px\" \/><\/a><figcaption id=\"caption-attachment-394\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">Second Lieutenant Guillaume Apollinaire (Wikipedia)<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">&#8220;<strong>Si je mourais l\u00e0-bas&#8221;<\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">Si je mourais l\u00e0-bas sur le front de l&#8217;arm\u00e9e<br \/>\nTu pleurerais un jour \u00f4 Lou ma bien-aim\u00e9e<br \/>\nEt puis mon souvenir s&#8217;\u00e9teindrait comme meurt<br \/>\nUn obus \u00e9clatant sur le front de l&#8217;arm\u00e9e<br \/>\nUn bel obus semblable aux mimosas en fleur<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">Et puis ce souvenir \u00e9clat\u00e9 dans l&#8217;espace<br \/>\nCouvrirait de mon sang le monde tout entier<br \/>\nLa mer les monts les vals et l&#8217;\u00e9toile qui passe<br \/>\nLes soleils merveilleux m\u00fbrissant dans l&#8217;espace<br \/>\nComme font les fruits d&#8217;or autour de Baratier<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">Souvenir oubli\u00e9 vivant dans toutes choses<br \/>\nJe rougirais le bout de tes jolis seins roses<br \/>\nJe rougirais ta bouche et tes cheveux sanglants<br \/>\nTu ne vieillirais point toutes ces belles choses<br \/>\nRajeuniraient toujours pour leurs destins galants<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">Le fatal giclement de mon sang sur le monde<br \/>\nDonnerait au soleil plus de vive clart\u00e9<br \/>\nAux fleurs plus de couleur plus de vitesse \u00e0 l&#8217;onde<br \/>\nUn amour inou\u00ef descendrait sur le monde<br \/>\nL&#8217;amant serait plus fort dans ton corps \u00e9cart\u00e9<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">Lou si je meurs l\u00e0-bas souvenir qu&#8217;on oublie<br \/>\n&#8211; Souviens-t&#8217;en quelquefois aux instants de folie<br \/>\nDe jeunesse et d&#8217;amour et d&#8217;\u00e9clatante ardeur &#8211;<br \/>\nMon sang c&#8217;est la fontaine ardente du bonheur<br \/>\nEt sois la plus heureuse \u00e9tant la plus jolie<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">\u00d4 mon unique amour et ma grande folie<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">30 janv. 1915, N\u00eemes.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left\">The third selected author is <a href=\"http:\/\/de.wikipedia.org\/wiki\/Ludwig_B%C3%A4umer\"><strong>Ludwig B\u00e4umer<\/strong><\/a> (1888-1928). He took part in WWI as a non-commissioned officer and after the conflict developed strong anti-war ideals.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<figure id=\"attachment_395\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-395\" style=\"width: 383px\" class=\"wp-caption aligncenter\"><a href=\"https:\/\/blog.radiofabrik.at\/stimmen\/files\/2014\/09\/m_schad_baumer.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"wp-image-395\" src=\"https:\/\/blog.radiofabrik.at\/stimmen\/files\/2014\/09\/m_schad_baumer.jpg\" alt=\"Ludwig B\u00e4umer painted by Christian Schad, 1927 (Photobucket)\" width=\"383\" height=\"476\" srcset=\"https:\/\/blog.radiofabrik.at\/stimmen\/files\/2014\/09\/m_schad_baumer.jpg 725w, https:\/\/blog.radiofabrik.at\/stimmen\/files\/2014\/09\/m_schad_baumer-241x300.jpg 241w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 383px) 100vw, 383px\" \/><\/a><figcaption id=\"caption-attachment-395\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">Ludwig B\u00e4umer painted by Christian Schad, 1927 (Photobucket)<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">&#8220;<strong>D\u00e4mmerung im Graben<\/strong>&#8220;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">Wir sind l\u00e4ngst mehr als dreimal verleugnet. In unsern Geb\u00e4rden<br \/>\nFielen alle Sehns\u00fcchte zusammen, alle die waren<br \/>\nIn unsern M\u00fcttern und V\u00e4tern. Wir stehn vor unsern Bahren<br \/>\nUnd fangen Tode auf, damit wir zu Ende werden.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">Denn das ist unser Sinn: Wir sind Kinder einer Zucht ohne das Str\u00e4uben<br \/>\nVon Kindern gegen ihre Zucht. St\u00e4rkelos! Wir haben die Augen<br \/>\nDie im eigenen Gehirn w\u00fchlen und Schmerzen saugen.<br \/>\nWir sind l\u00e4ngst mehr als dreimal verleugnet<br \/>\nUnd m\u00fcssen mehr als einen Gott bet\u00e4uben.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">Uns ist keine Wiederkehr gesegnet und unserm Weinen kein Amen<br \/>\nZ\u00e4rtlicher Munde, die einmal vor S\u00fc\u00dfe brachen.<br \/>\nUnsere M\u00fctter versagten,<br \/>\nDie uns beklagten:<br \/>\nWir staunen \u00fcber die, die den Weg der M\u00fctter kamen.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">Und das verl\u00e4\u00dft uns nicht. \u2014 \u2014 Vielleicht wenn wir einmal wissen,<br \/>\nDa\u00df wir Kinder des Irrtums sind und darum Unverzeihliche der Zeit,<br \/>\nVielleicht dann &#8230; Was? &#8230; St\u00e4rkelos &#8230; Ein Land bleicht weit,<br \/>\nUnd viele fielen, und wir sehnen uns in reine Kissen.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">(Bereitschaft 1. Februar 1916.)<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left\">The fourth &#8220;guest&#8221; of the week is <strong>Wilfred Owen<\/strong> (1893-1918), another British <strong>war poet<\/strong>. Owen served as a second lieutenant and was severely wounded by a trench mortar round. He also suffered of &#8220;<a href=\"http:\/\/en.wikipedia.org\/wiki\/Shell_shock\"><strong>shell-shock<\/strong><\/a>&#8221; (PSTD), a condition that was not fully understood at the time. Owen was <strong>killed in action<\/strong> a week before the end of the war. The selected poem is probably Owen&#8217;s best known, and one of the most significant among British war poetry.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<figure id=\"attachment_397\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-397\" style=\"width: 443px\" class=\"wp-caption aligncenter\"><a href=\"https:\/\/blog.radiofabrik.at\/stimmen\/files\/2014\/09\/owen.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"wp-image-397\" src=\"https:\/\/blog.radiofabrik.at\/stimmen\/files\/2014\/09\/owen.jpg\" alt=\"Wilfred Owen (http:\/\/www.oucs.ox.ac.uk)\" width=\"443\" height=\"702\" srcset=\"https:\/\/blog.radiofabrik.at\/stimmen\/files\/2014\/09\/owen.jpg 971w, https:\/\/blog.radiofabrik.at\/stimmen\/files\/2014\/09\/owen-189x300.jpg 189w, https:\/\/blog.radiofabrik.at\/stimmen\/files\/2014\/09\/owen-646x1024.jpg 646w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 443px) 100vw, 443px\" \/><\/a><figcaption id=\"caption-attachment-397\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">Wilfred Owen (http:\/\/www.oucs.ox.ac.uk)<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">&#8220;<strong>Dulce et Decorum est<\/strong>&#8220;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,<br \/>\nKnock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,<br \/>\nTill on the haunting flares we turned our backs<br \/>\nAnd towards our distant rest began to trudge.<br \/>\nMen marched asleep. Many had lost their boots<br \/>\nBut limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;<br \/>\nDrunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots<br \/>\nOf tired, outstripped Five-Nines that dropped behind.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">Gas! Gas! Quick, boys!\u2013An ecstasy of fumbling,<br \/>\nFitting the clumsy helmets just in time;<br \/>\nBut someone still was yelling out and stumbling<br \/>\nAnd flound&#8217;ring like a man in fire or lime&#8230;<br \/>\nDim, through the misty panes and thick green light,<br \/>\nAs under a green sea, I saw him drowning.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">In all my dreams, before my helpless sight,<br \/>\nHe plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">If in some smothering dreams you too could pace<br \/>\nBehind the wagon that we flung him in,<br \/>\nAnd watch the white eyes writhing in his face,<br \/>\nHis hanging face, like a devil&#8217;s sick of sin;<br \/>\nIf you could hear, at every jolt, the blood<br \/>\nCome gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,<br \/>\nObscene as cancer, bitter as the cud<br \/>\nOf vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,\u2013<br \/>\nMy friend, you would not tell with such high zest<br \/>\nTo children ardent for some desperate glory,<br \/>\nThe old Lie: <em>Dulce et decorum est<\/em><br \/>\n<em> Pro patria mori<\/em>.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left\">The last poem of this episode is by <strong>Giuseppe Ungaretti<\/strong> (see episode <a href=\"https:\/\/blog.radiofabrik.at\/stimmen\/2014\/08\/06\/226\/\">#6<\/a>). It was written on the 23th of December 1915 in northern Italy, on the <strong>Isonzo front<\/strong>. All along the war, <a href=\"http:\/\/en.wikipedia.org\/wiki\/Battles_of_the_Isonzo\"><strong>12 harsh battles<\/strong><\/a> were fought in the sector, with heavy losses on both sides. These few verses depict the contrast between the dead body lying next to him and the poet&#8217;s craving for life.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<figure id=\"attachment_398\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-398\" style=\"width: 440px\" class=\"wp-caption aligncenter\"><a href=\"https:\/\/blog.radiofabrik.at\/stimmen\/files\/2014\/09\/ungaretti-trincea.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"wp-image-398\" src=\"https:\/\/blog.radiofabrik.at\/stimmen\/files\/2014\/09\/ungaretti-trincea.jpg\" alt=\"Ungaretti in the trenches (on the left) - giordanicaserta.it\" width=\"440\" height=\"352\" srcset=\"https:\/\/blog.radiofabrik.at\/stimmen\/files\/2014\/09\/ungaretti-trincea.jpg 1000w, https:\/\/blog.radiofabrik.at\/stimmen\/files\/2014\/09\/ungaretti-trincea-300x239.jpg 300w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 440px) 100vw, 440px\" \/><\/a><figcaption id=\"caption-attachment-398\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">Ungaretti in the trenches (on the left) &#8211; giordanicaserta.it<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">&#8220;<strong>Veglia<\/strong>&#8220;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">Un&#8217;intera nottata<br \/>\nbuttato vicino<br \/>\na un compagno<br \/>\nmassacrato<br \/>\ncon la sua bocca<br \/>\ndigrignata<br \/>\nvolta al plenilunio<br \/>\ncon la congestione<br \/>\ndelle sue mani<br \/>\npenetrata<br \/>\nnel silenzio<br \/>\nho scritto<br \/>\nlettere piene d&#8217;amore<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">Non sono mai stato<br \/>\ntanto<br \/>\nattaccato alla vita<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>-Credits-<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>Editing: Romana St\u00fccklschweiger , Matteo Coletta.<\/p>\n<p>Voices in this episode: David Hubble as Siegfried Sassoon and Wilfred Owen, Matteo Coletta as Guillaume Apollinaire and Giuseppe ungaretti,\u00a0Hannes Hochwasser als Ludwig B\u00e4umer<\/p>\n<p><strong>Jingle:<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>Music: Gregoire Lourme, \u201c<a href=\"http:\/\/www.jamendo.com\/de\/track\/1063185\/fire-arrows-and-shields\">Fire arrows and shields<\/a>\u201d<br \/>\nConcept: Matteo Coletta<br \/>\nVoices: Hannes Hochwasser, Matteo Coletta, Roman Reischl, L.J. Ounsworth, Norbert K. Hund.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp; In Stimmen aus den Sch\u00fctzengr\u00e4ben #11 we deal again with War Poetry. The first guest of the episode is Siegfried Sassoon, a British soldier who belongs to the so-called &#8220;War Poets&#8220;. WWI British war poetry is regarded either as a genre on its own or as a subgenre belonging to the so-called Georgian poetry. &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/blog.radiofabrik.at\/stimmen\/2014\/09\/09\/bishop-said-ways-god-strange\/\" class=\"more-link\"><span class=\"screen-reader-text\">&#8220;&#8230;and the Bishop said: the ways of God are strange!&#8221;<\/span> weiterlesen <span class=\"meta-nav\">&rarr;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":676,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","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":"\"...and the Bishop said: the ways of God are strange!\" http:\/\/wp.me\/p4UhV1-6b","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":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-383","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p4UhV1-6b","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.radiofabrik.at\/stimmen\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/383","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.radiofabrik.at\/stimmen\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.radiofabrik.at\/stimmen\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.radiofabrik.at\/stimmen\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/676"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.radiofabrik.at\/stimmen\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=383"}],"version-history":[{"count":29,"href":"https:\/\/blog.radiofabrik.at\/stimmen\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/383\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":459,"href":"https:\/\/blog.radiofabrik.at\/stimmen\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/383\/revisions\/459"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.radiofabrik.at\/stimmen\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=383"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.radiofabrik.at\/stimmen\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=383"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.radiofabrik.at\/stimmen\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=383"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}