{"id":476,"date":"2010-02-07T13:56:45","date_gmt":"2010-02-07T17:56:45","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/beatrice.com\/wordpress\/2010\/02\/07\/nick-lantz-lacuna-triptych-battle\/"},"modified":"2010-02-09T00:24:42","modified_gmt":"2010-02-09T04:24:42","slug":"nick-lantz-lacuna-triptych-battle","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/beatrice.com\/wordpress\/2010\/02\/07\/nick-lantz-lacuna-triptych-battle\/","title":{"rendered":"Nick Lantz, “Lacuna, Triptych of the Battle”"},"content":{"rendered":"

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First Panel<\/b><\/p>\n

A confusion of soldiers—the guide counts
\nfor us ten helmeted heads but twenty-five
\nboots—cramped below the castle wall.
\nAre they mustering for a surge or balking
\njust beyond the archers’ reach?<\/p>\n

Second Panel<\/b><\/p>\n

Ripped away, only a skirt of paint hemming
\ntop and bottom, forty-seven boots kissing,
\ntoe-to-toe. At the top, a ribbon of sky, a broken
\nspearhead hangs loose in the air, like an iron
\nfalcon folded to drop. So rare, says the guide,
\nfor motion to be conveyed this way.<\/p>\n

Third Panel<\/b><\/p>\n

An army victorious, but high on the flagpole
\nits standard has been pried away for its gold
\nenamel, so who can say which army
\nit is, invader or defender? The guide smiles,
\npoints to the missing triangle. This theft
\ntoo, he says, is hundreds of years
\nold. This theft too is part of history.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

Nick Lantz<\/a>‘s debut collection of poems, We Don’t Know We Don’t Know<\/i><\/a>, won the Bread Loaf Writers’ Conference Bakeless Prize; the University of Wisconsin Press will be publishing a second collection, The Lightning That Strikes the Nieghbors’ House<\/i>, in April. You may recognize the title of this first book as the tail end of a famous statement by then-Secretary of Defense Donald Rumsfeld about known knowns and unknown unknowns; the collection also includes poems like “Of the Parrat and other birds that can speake<\/a>.”<\/p>\n

Lantz was also a finalist for the Anthony Hecht Poetry Prize<\/a>. And he’s on Twitter<\/a>, posting a new original poem every day—as he explains<\/a>, “140 characters… makes for a nice formal restriction.”<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

First Panel A confusion of soldiers—the guide counts for us ten helmeted heads but twenty-five boots—cramped below the castle wall. Are they mustering for a surge or balking just beyond the archers’ reach? Second Panel Ripped away, only a skirt of paint hemming top and bottom, forty-seven boots kissing, toe-to-toe. At the top, a ribbon […]<\/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\/476"}],"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=476"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/beatrice.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/476\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/beatrice.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=476"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/beatrice.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=476"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/beatrice.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=476"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}