{"id":1254,"date":"2011-04-09T11:37:43","date_gmt":"2011-04-09T15:37:43","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/beatrice.com\/wordpress\/2011\/04\/09\/rick-bursky-mandolin\/"},"modified":"2011-04-09T11:37:43","modified_gmt":"2011-04-09T15:37:43","slug":"rick-bursky-mandolin","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/beatrice.com\/wordpress\/2011\/04\/09\/rick-bursky-mandolin\/","title":{"rendered":"Rick Bursky, &#8220;The Mandolin&#8221;"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img decoding=\"async\" id=\"image1253\" src=\"http:\/\/beatrice.com\/wordpress\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/04\/rick-bursky.jpg\" alt=\"rick-bursky.jpg\" \/><\/p>\n<blockquote>\n<p>This was the night police chased the musicians from the roof.<br \/>\nYes, the building was abandoned, waiting for the steel ball<br \/>\nto swing from a chain and smash walls.<br \/>\nBut the old women across the street couldn&#8217;t sleep.<br \/>\nThis was the night someone hid a mandolin in a garbage can,<br \/>\njust below a filthy sweater, as if they expected someone<br \/>\nto lift the lid and look. This was the night<br \/>\nthe pay phone on the corner continued to ring.<br \/>\nThe night the sky reminaed dark longer than it had a right to.<br \/>\nAnd the dust that would rise into that sky, just waiting.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/www.powells.com\/partner\/29017\/biblio\/1932511873\" target=\"_blank\"><i>Death Obscura<\/i><\/a> is the second full-length collection of poems by Rick Bursky. It also includes &#8220;<a href=\"http:\/\/www.home.earthlink.net\/~pero\/rickbursky.html\" target=\"_blank\">The Separation<\/a>&#8221; and &#8220;<a href=\"http:\/\/www.bu.edu\/agni\/poetry\/online\/2008\/bursky.html\" target=\"_blank\">The Aerodynamics<\/a>&#8221; (published in <i>AGNI<\/i>). You&#8217;ll find links to several more poems at <a href=\"http:\/\/rickbursky.com\/poet.html\" target=\"_blank\">Bursky&#8217;s website<\/a>.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>This was the night police chased the musicians from the roof. Yes, the building was abandoned, waiting for the steel ball to swing from a chain and smash walls. But the old women across the street couldn&#8217;t sleep. This was the night someone hid a mandolin in a garbage can, just below a filthy sweater, [&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\/1254"}],"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=1254"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/beatrice.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1254\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/beatrice.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1254"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/beatrice.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1254"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/beatrice.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1254"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}