{"id":294,"date":"2008-01-26T21:28:15","date_gmt":"2008-01-27T01:28:15","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/beatrice.com\/wordpress\/2008\/01\/26\/paul-guest-nothing\/"},"modified":"2015-08-18T09:02:22","modified_gmt":"2015-08-18T13:02:22","slug":"paul-guest-nothing","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/beatrice.com\/wordpress\/2008\/01\/26\/paul-guest-nothing\/","title":{"rendered":"Paul Guest, &#8220;Nothing&#8221;"},"content":{"rendered":"<blockquote><p>Between Buck Owens and Vivaldi what&#8217;s left<br \/>\nto listen to but the stars, so I do, dialing<br \/>\nthe radio down to indeterminate static,<br \/>\nwhat I always thought was absence, an aria<br \/>\nof sizzling nothingness. Instead<br \/>\nit&#8217;s the Milky Way radiating arrhythmia<br \/>\nall the way back. It&#8217;s gossip<br \/>\nof the vacuum. That nothing has ever been<\/p>\n<p>truly nothing is why I believe,<br \/>\neven still, in love. Beside two rivers<br \/>\nI have lived nearly all my life<br \/>\nand these beneath one sky<br \/>\nmuttering its endless alphabet of sine waves.<br \/>\nJupiter with its flock of moons<br \/>\nand the stone from which we hope<br \/>\nto squeeeze one drop of water,<br \/>\nred Mars pulsing in the blank field of night&#8212;<\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;ve wanted to leave Earth<br \/>\nbehind, gravity&#8217;s orphan at last,<br \/>\nbut not Earth with its two good seasons and two bad<br \/>\nand not its angel-winged clams<br \/>\nluminous in the mud bed of a river<br \/>\nso distant from me<br \/>\nI can&#8217;t remember where<br \/>\nthat water is, except that I&#8217;ve dreamed it,<br \/>\nexcept that in it I sank<\/p>\n<p>all the way down.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" alt=\"paul-guest-headshot.jpg\" src=\"http:\/\/www.beatrice.com\/paul-guest-headshot.jpg\" width=\"140\" height=\"198\" border=\"0\" align=\"right\" \/>The <i>Atlanta Journal-Constitution<\/i> created <a href=\"http:\/\/projects.ajc.com\/gallery\/view\/living\/Poet_Paul_Guest\/\">a slideshow to Guest&#8217;s reading of &#8220;Nothing&#8221;<\/a> on the occasion of his winning the Whiting Prize last November.<\/p>\n<p>From <a href=\"http:\/\/www.powells.com\/partner\/29017\/biblio\/0803260350\"><i>Notes for My Body Double<\/i><\/a>, the winner of the 2006 Prairie Schooner Book Prize for Poetry. Last week, Guest sold a new collection, to be called <i>My Index of Slightly Horrifying Knowledge<\/i>, to Ecco, along with a memoir, <i>One More Theory of Happiness<\/i>. &#8220;I am amazed and excited,&#8221; <a href=\"http:\/\/paulguest.blogspot.com\/2008\/01\/cat-bag.html\">he says of the two-book deal<\/a>. &#8220;[It] seemed like sci-fi, me who is used to contributor&#8217;s copies as payment. I was excited about an 80 dollar check the other day: lunch for the week! So I am still adjusting.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/www.versedaily.org\/2007\/aboutpaulguestplr.shtml\">Guest has appeared often at <i>Verse Daily<\/i><\/a>, and <i>The Adirondack Review<\/i> has published <a href=\"http:\/\/adirondackreview.homestead.com\/guest2.html\">two of Guest&#8217;s poems online<\/a>: &#8220;Notes For My Body Double&#8221; and &#8220;Pluto&#8217;s Loss.&#8221; <i>From the Fishouse<\/i> has <a href=\"http:\/\/www.fishousepoems.org\/archives\/paul_guest\/\">an ample selection of Guest MP3s<\/a>. Not to mention all the new work that shows up on <a href=\"<a href=\"http:\/\/paulguest.blogspot.com\/\">his own blog<\/a>.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Between Buck Owens and Vivaldi what&#8217;s left to listen to but the stars, so I do, dialing the radio down to indeterminate static, what I always thought was absence, an aria of sizzling nothingness. Instead it&#8217;s the Milky Way radiating arrhythmia all the way back. It&#8217;s gossip of the vacuum. That nothing has ever been [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[8],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/beatrice.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/294"}],"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=294"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"http:\/\/beatrice.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/294\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3721,"href":"http:\/\/beatrice.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/294\/revisions\/3721"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/beatrice.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=294"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/beatrice.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=294"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/beatrice.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=294"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}