{"id":529,"date":"2010-03-15T00:50:18","date_gmt":"2010-03-15T04:50:18","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/beatrice.com\/wordpress\/2010\/03\/15\/jennifer-boyden-orectic\/"},"modified":"2010-03-15T01:02:37","modified_gmt":"2010-03-15T05:02:37","slug":"jennifer-boyden-orectic","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/beatrice.com\/wordpress\/2010\/03\/15\/jennifer-boyden-orectic\/","title":{"rendered":"Jennifer Boyden, &#8220;Orectic&#8221;"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img decoding=\"async\" id=\"image528\" src=\"http:\/\/beatrice.com\/wordpress\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/03\/jennifer-boyden.jpg\" alt=\"jennifer-boyden.jpg\" \/><\/p>\n<blockquote>\n<p>From the throats of herons and lost wolves,<br \/>\nwe learn of a mistake made by the gods.<br \/>\nThey gave us red-winged birds and vesper<br \/>\nsparrows who make songs of leaf-light<br \/>\nand flying. The gods thought we&#8217;d be so happy&#8212;<br \/>\nall that fruit, one big garden,<br \/>\nour nakedness in sun and water.<br \/>\nThey never counted on our needing a sound<br \/>\nfor longing, too. They gave that to the loon,<br \/>\nto wild dogs whose teeth throb<br \/>\nfrom the light of the moon; they poured it<br \/>\ninto the long necks of birds. How could they<br \/>\nhave known? Where in our bodies<br \/>\nwould they have moored the slender cry of the crane<br \/>\nwho calls out that night is closing the sky,<br \/>\ntaking away the glinted green<br \/>\nof the frogs&#8217; moist backs, the dazzle the sun makes<br \/>\nof every hair, of every shining wing?<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/www.powells.com\/partner\/29017\/biblio\/0299235149\"><i>The Mouths of Grazing Things<\/i><\/a> is the most recent recipient of the Brittingham Prize in Poetry<\/a>, which has been awarded annually since 1985. You can also read another of Jennifer Boyden&#8217;s poems, &#8220;<a href=\"http:\/\/rattle.com\/blog\/2008\/12\/this-next-vase-likely-by-jennifer-boyden\/\">Inside This Next Vase, Likely<\/a>,&#8221; at <i>Rattle<\/i>, and <a href=\"http:\/\/www.whistlingshade.com\/0203\/boyden.html\">three more poems<\/a> (along with an appreciative essay) at <i>Whistling Shade<\/i>. (Weston Cutter, the author of that essay, <a href=\"http:\/\/corduroybooks.wordpress.com\/2010\/03\/05\/an-ache-since-slackened\/\">expands on his admiration of Boyden&#8217;s poems<\/a> at <i>Corudroy Books<\/i>.)<\/p>\n<p><i>Orectic<\/i>, by the way, is an adjective meaning &#8220;pertaining to desires and their satisfaction.&#8221;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>From the throats of herons and lost wolves, we learn of a mistake made by the gods. They gave us red-winged birds and vesper sparrows who make songs of leaf-light and flying. The gods thought we&#8217;d be so happy&#8212; all that fruit, one big garden, our nakedness in sun and water. They never counted on [&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\/529"}],"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=529"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/beatrice.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/529\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/beatrice.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=529"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/beatrice.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=529"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/beatrice.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=529"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}