{"id":2956,"date":"2013-08-20T11:58:52","date_gmt":"2013-08-20T15:58:52","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/beatrice.com\/wordpress\/?p=2956"},"modified":"2013-08-20T11:59:55","modified_gmt":"2013-08-20T15:59:55","slug":"allan-peterson-more","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/beatrice.com\/wordpress\/2013\/08\/20\/allan-peterson-more\/","title":{"rendered":"Allan Peterson, “More”"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"Allan
\nphoto via Poetry Foundation<\/font><\/p>\n

\n

We want more, but more is an emergent property.
\nIt comes for you out of the same constiutents
\nas when you were nothing but them yourself,
\nfrom the unspoken, the far place
\nnickels disappeared with their buffalos.
\nMost of us never believed the ordinary
\nwas that miraculous, the complex reducible
\ncompletely to a few brash headlines.
\nLook at the inquisitive miles fingers have put on pianos,
\nknocking softly though nothing opened.
\nPerhaps the pretty demons inside failed to hear
\nthe twisting polonaise, hiding as they were
\nbehind the curtains in brocade
\ncovered with hunting scenes,
\nseeing the parade of notes festive though death-dressed.
\nOne day you discover from the ads
\nsuspicious has the same look as discriminating,
\nthat greeny tigers have hidden their skins on the leaves
\nof Diffenbachia<\/em>, ideas like onions are dropping their pale slips
\nto the floor, that the garden is a smile around the house,
\nand around what is hidden by the house.<\/font><\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

Fragile Acts<\/i><\/a> is Allan Peterson’s fourth collection of poems. In addition to “More,” it includes “Pure Indonesia<\/a>” from Boston Review<\/i> and several poems archived at the Poetry Foundation website, like “Eight Presidents<\/a>” and “Moon Missing<\/a>.”<\/p>\n

McSweeney’s previewed their publication of Fragile Acts<\/i> with the poem “Long Distance<\/a>,” as well as an interview with Peterson<\/a>: “The poems I hope for and hope to write are reflective, revealing, and incantatory,” he said. “Incantatory, not in the sense of repetition, but spell inducing because of the aura of seriousness, metaphoric description, and reverie. A poem is not a caption to experience, it is experience, and not a reminiscence, though it may contain reminiscences. A poem is an act in the present.”<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

photo via Poetry Foundation We want more, but more is an emergent property. It comes for you out of the same constiutents as when you were nothing but them yourself, from the unspoken, the far place nickels disappeared with their buffalos. Most of us never believed the ordinary was that miraculous, the complex reducible completely […]<\/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":[621,622,623],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/beatrice.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2956"}],"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=2956"}],"version-history":[{"count":6,"href":"http:\/\/beatrice.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2956\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2962,"href":"http:\/\/beatrice.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2956\/revisions\/2962"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/beatrice.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2956"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/beatrice.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2956"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/beatrice.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2956"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}