{"id":1242,"date":"2011-04-05T00:01:32","date_gmt":"2011-04-05T04:01:32","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/beatrice.com\/wordpress\/2011\/04\/05\/julie-hanson-cold-cereal-milk\/"},"modified":"2017-03-21T13:54:37","modified_gmt":"2017-03-21T17:54:37","slug":"julie-hanson-cold-cereal-milk","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/beatrice.com\/wordpress\/2011\/04\/05\/julie-hanson-cold-cereal-milk\/","title":{"rendered":"Julie Hanson, “Cold Cereal and Milk at 3 A.M.”"},"content":{"rendered":"

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What can make something so simple taste so good,
\nso indulgent? What have I done, and what have I not,
\nwhat have I said, what have I sent that comes back now,
\nwilled or misapplied, in a boomerang of harm?<\/p>\n

This is a time of holding in the mouth, of chewing slowly
\neven these softened squares. The body is comforted by this
\nas it has been by the remembered scent of those I have loved
\nwho are far and gone from me and dead. Brought close
\nwith their completed lives, they seem to have known me wholly.<\/p>\n

Even this wheat-sweetened milk is delicious. And when one
\nsunken piece turns up—a surprise ending—its gray ghost
\nstirred and revealed, a small celebration takes place then,
\nunder the ribbed ceiling, near the back of the gums.<\/font><\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

Julie Hanson’s Unbeknownst<\/i><\/a> is a winner of the 2010 Iowa Poetry Prize<\/a>. (Yesterday, we featured the other winner<\/a>, L.S. Klatt’s Cloud of Ink<\/i>.) The collection also includes “Allocation<\/a>” (published in Terrain.org<\/i>) and “Remedial Weeding<\/a>” (originally published in The Cincinnati Review<\/i>).<\/p>\n

Of Unbeknownst<\/i>, University of Iowa Press editor Holly Carver has said<\/a>, “I’ve been working with these Poetry Prize books for 20-some years, and to my mind, her [manuscript] was one of the freshest and brightest books that we\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ve ever published. It just seemed to have an honesty and an accessibility that made it really stand above a lot of other really good, cleverly crafted poems that maybe didn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t ring quite as true.”<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

What can make something so simple taste so good, so indulgent? What have I done, and what have I not, what have I said, what have I sent that comes back now, willed or misapplied, in a boomerang of harm? This is a time of holding in the mouth, of chewing slowly even these softened […]<\/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\/1242"}],"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=1242"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"http:\/\/beatrice.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1242\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":4196,"href":"http:\/\/beatrice.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1242\/revisions\/4196"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/beatrice.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1242"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/beatrice.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1242"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/beatrice.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1242"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}