{"id":1238,"date":"2011-04-03T00:27:48","date_gmt":"2011-04-03T04:27:48","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/beatrice.com\/wordpress\/2011\/04\/03\/carl-phillips-clear-cloudless\/"},"modified":"2011-04-03T00:28:35","modified_gmt":"2011-04-03T04:28:35","slug":"carl-phillips-clear-cloudless","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/beatrice.com\/wordpress\/2011\/04\/03\/carl-phillips-clear-cloudless\/","title":{"rendered":"Carl Phillips, &#8220;Clear, Cloudless&#8221;"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img decoding=\"async\" id=\"image1239\" src=\"http:\/\/beatrice.com\/wordpress\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/04\/carl-phillips-2011.jpg\" alt=\"carl-phillips-2011.jpg\" \/><\/p>\n<blockquote>\n<p>Tonight&#8212;in the foundering night, at least,<br \/>\nof imagination, where what I don&#8217;t in fact<br \/>\nbelieve anymore, all the same, is true&#8212;<\/p>\n<p>the stars look steadily down upon me. I look<br \/>\nup, at the stars. Life as a recklessly fed bonfire<br \/>\ngrowing unexpectedly more reckless seems<br \/>\nneither the best nor worst of several choices<br \/>\nwithin reach, still. I wear on my head a crown<\/p>\n<p>of feathers&#8212;among which, sure, I have had<br \/>\nmy favorites. Fear, though, is the bluest feather,<br \/>\nand it is easily the bluest feather that the wind loves most.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/www.powells.com\/partner\/29017\/biblio\/0374141576\" target=\"_blank\"><i>Double Shadow<\/i><\/a> is the eleventh collection of Carl Phillips&#8217; poems. It also includes <a href=\"http:\/\/www.kenyonreview.org\/kro_full.php?file=phillips.php\" target=\"_blank\">several poems first published by <i>Kenyon Review<\/i><\/a>, and &#8220;<a href=\"http:\/\/www.thedrunkenboat.com\/carlphillips.html\">Sacrifice Is a Different Animal Altogether<\/a>,&#8221; which was published in <i>Drunken Boat<\/i>. &#8220;<a href=\"http:\/\/www.newyorker.com\/fiction\/poetry\/2009\/03\/23\/090323po_poem_phillips\" target=\"_blank\">Civilization<\/a>&#8221; appeared in <i>The New Yorker<\/i>, while  &#8220;<a href=\"http:\/\/www.vqronline.org\/articles\/2009\/summer\/phillips-rippling-surface\/\" target=\"_blank\">Of the Rppling Surface<\/a>,&#8221; &#8220;<a href=\"http:\/\/www.vqronline.org\/articles\/2009\/summer\/phillips-bluest-shirt\/\" target=\"_blank\">My Bluest Shirt<\/a>,&#8221; and &#8220;<a href=\"http:\/\/www.vqronline.org\/articles\/2009\/summer\/phillips-master-slave\/\" target=\"_blank\">Master and Slave<\/a>&#8221; appeared in the <i>Virginia Quarterly Review<\/i>.<\/p>\n<p>Here&#8217;s some video of Phillips reading for the Cornell creative writing program in the fall of 2010.<\/p>\n<p><script src='http:\/\/www.cornell.edu\/video\/embed.js?videoID=1089&#038;startSecs=404&#038;endSecs=2756 type='text\/javascript'><\/script><noscript>Embedded video from <a href='http:\/\/www.cornell.edu\/video'>Cornell University<\/a><\/noscript><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Tonight&#8212;in the foundering night, at least, of imagination, where what I don&#8217;t in fact believe anymore, all the same, is true&#8212; the stars look steadily down upon me. I look up, at the stars. Life as a recklessly fed bonfire growing unexpectedly more reckless seems neither the best nor worst of several choices within reach, [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[8],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/beatrice.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1238"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/beatrice.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/beatrice.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/beatrice.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/beatrice.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1238"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/beatrice.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1238\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/beatrice.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1238"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/beatrice.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1238"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/beatrice.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1238"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}