{"id":288,"date":"2008-03-15T21:04:43","date_gmt":"2008-03-16T01:04:43","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/beatrice.com\/wordpress\/2009\/08\/08\/erica-funkhauser-day-work\/"},"modified":"2009-08-08T21:06:25","modified_gmt":"2009-08-09T01:06:25","slug":"erica-funkhouser-day-work","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/beatrice.com\/wordpress\/2008\/03\/15\/erica-funkhouser-day-work\/","title":{"rendered":"Erica Funkhouser, &#8220;Day Work&#8221;"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" alt=\"erica-funkhouser.gif\" src=\"http:\/\/www.beatrice.com\/erica-funkhouser.gif\" width=\"160\" height=\"231\" border=\"0\" align=\"right\" \/><\/p>\n<blockquote><p>Alone. I love to be alone. Against<br \/>\nthe numberless infinities. Or for<br \/>\nthe re-creation of the little chores<br \/>\nthat roof my world: embellished emptiness.<\/p>\n<p>A round peg in a square hole will find<br \/>\nits four corners&#8212;within, without&#8212;and fill<\/p>\n<p>them with its private tyrannies. Be still<br \/>\nand see if solitude will make you kind.<\/p>\n<p>Contained. I love to be contained. The air,<br \/>\na pair of trees that rise in unison,<br \/>\nthe shade that lends my day abundant edge:<br \/>\ninventions, all. The other world&#8217;s a cage.<br \/>\nThe body scatters and is never done.<br \/>\nSmall teeth and claws await us everywhere.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>From <a href=\"http:\/\/www.powells.com\/partner\/29017\/biblio\/0618933425\"><i>Earthly<\/i><\/a> Funkhouser&#8217;s fifth collection of poems. This volume also includes &#8220;<a href=\"http:\/\/www.theatlantic.com\/doc\/200508\/funkhouser\">The Pianist Upstairs<\/a>,&#8221; which appeared in <i>The Atlantic<\/i>, &#8220;<a href=\"http:\/\/www.cstone.net\/~poems\/charlfun.htm\">Charles Street, Late November<\/a>,&#8221; from the literary journal <i>Sou&#8217;wester<\/i>,  and <a href=\"http:\/\/www.bu.edu\/agni\/poetry\/print\/2007\/66-funkhouser.html\">Imaginary Friends<\/a>,&#8221; from <i>AGNI<\/i>. Earlier Funkhouser poems online include &#8220;<a href=\"http:\/\/www.pshares.org\/issues\/article.cfm?prmArticleID=793\">Plane<\/a>&#8221; and &#8220;<a href=\"http:\/\/www.pshares.org\/issues\/article.cfm?prmArticleID=2461\">The Evening of the Stillborn Calf<\/a>&#8221; from <i>Ploughshares<\/i>.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Alone. I love to be alone. Against the numberless infinities. Or for the re-creation of the little chores that roof my world: embellished emptiness. A round peg in a square hole will find its four corners&#8212;within, without&#8212;and fill them with its private tyrannies. Be still and see if solitude will make you kind. Contained. I [&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\/288"}],"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=288"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/beatrice.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/288\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/beatrice.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=288"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/beatrice.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=288"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/beatrice.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=288"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}