{"id":565,"date":"2010-04-19T00:01:18","date_gmt":"2010-04-19T04:01:18","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/beatrice.com\/wordpress\/2010\/04\/19\/samuel-amadon-archipelago-this\/"},"modified":"2010-04-18T22:26:40","modified_gmt":"2010-04-19T02:26:40","slug":"samuel-amadon-archipelago-this","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/beatrice.com\/wordpress\/2010\/04\/19\/samuel-amadon-archipelago-this\/","title":{"rendered":"Samuel Amadon, “Archipelago This, Archipelago That”"},"content":{"rendered":"

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Went out to where the leaves spread scuttlefist.
\nNeva. Tsars. Took the canary you hid at home
\nwhere I would find him & had hoped I wouldn’t<\/p>\n

ask, would take him, hand him (early, empty)
\nbut how we wouldn’t, for miserable, for bleak-
\nbroke, fly. Soldiers came demanding. Tried<\/p>\n

Dutch. Tried Finnish. Brought out, I mentioned
\nyou & bird. Here was some incompetent
\nmorning of gestures and useless task. They took<\/p>\n

my coins, didn’t linger or flinch for my bother.
\nBird on my finger. Flickless bird. Featherstayed.
\nYou would be up soon. What have I ever been?<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

Like the Sea<\/i><\/a>, the first extended collection from Samuel Amadon<\/a>, was a winner of the 2009 Iowa Poetry Prize. Other poems in this collection include “A Uselessness of Amadons<\/a>” (at the Poetry Society of America website), “A Discrete or Continuous Sequence of Measurable Events Distributed in Time<\/a>” (Fou Magazine<\/i>), and “Pass-Pass, or All My Pulses<\/a>” (H_ngm_n<\/i>, with several other poems). You can also read three poems at La Petite Zine<\/i><\/a> and two poems at Typo<\/i><\/a>.<\/p>\n

And here’s Amadon reading one of his poems for Rabbit Light Movies<\/i><\/a>:<\/p>\n

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Samuel Amadon<\/a> from joshuamarie<\/a> on Vimeo<\/a>.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Went out to where the leaves spread scuttlefist. Neva. Tsars. Took the canary you hid at home where I would find him & had hoped I wouldn’t ask, would take him, hand him (early, empty) but how we wouldn’t, for miserable, for bleak- broke, fly. Soldiers came demanding. Tried Dutch. Tried Finnish. Brought out, I […]<\/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\/565"}],"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=565"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/beatrice.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/565\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/beatrice.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=565"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/beatrice.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=565"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/beatrice.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=565"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}