{"id":584,"date":"2010-05-04T21:41:35","date_gmt":"2010-05-05T01:41:35","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/beatrice.com\/wordpress\/2010\/05\/04\/ken-chen-mansions-moon\/"},"modified":"2010-05-04T21:41:35","modified_gmt":"2010-05-05T01:41:35","slug":"ken-chen-mansions-moon","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/beatrice.com\/wordpress\/2010\/05\/04\/ken-chen-mansions-moon\/","title":{"rendered":"Ken Chen, &#8220;The Mansions of the Moon&#8221;"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img decoding=\"async\" id=\"image583\" src=\"http:\/\/beatrice.com\/wordpress\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/05\/ken-chen-juvenilia.jpg\" alt=\"ken-chen-juvenilia.jpg\" \/><\/p>\n<blockquote>\n<p>The crescent fattened, making content the anorexic moon.<br \/>\nEscapes the smog and eats the road, the moon winds up<br \/>\nour time and chews the road back into itself. The moon is<br \/>\ntattooed by black pattern of branch. The moon is shy<br \/>\nand hides like two people behind a silence and a pretense<br \/>\nof no emotion. It understands what it is like<br \/>\nto have one&#8217;s heart carved away in phases.<br \/>\nThis is the price of being<br \/>\nother than lifeless.<br \/>\nAn eyelid goes gibbous with water.<br \/>\nFor a frozen moment, the moon<br \/>\nhas sunk into a sphere, the perfect solid of memory&#8212;<br \/>\nall thoughts equidistant from the soul,<br \/>\nthe thought-light focusing on<br \/>\ntwo humans together, growing alone.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/www.powells.com\/partner\/29017\/biblio\/0300160089\"><i>Juvenilia<\/i><\/a> was the winner of last year&#8217;s <a href=\"http:\/\/yalepress.yale.edu\/yupbooks\/SeriesPage.asp?Series=113\">Yale Younger Poets competition<\/a>, the oldest annual literary prize in the United States. It&#8217;s the debut collection from Ken Chen, the executive director of the <a href=\"http:\/\/www.aaww.org\">Asian American Writers Workshop<\/a>; he recently did a batch of readings around the New York City area, and he&#8217;ll be doing another on Saturday, May 15, at the New York Botanical Garden, sponsored by the <a href=\"http:\/\/www.poetrysociety.org\/psa\/events\/nyc\/\">Poetry Society of America<\/a>.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The crescent fattened, making content the anorexic moon. Escapes the smog and eats the road, the moon winds up our time and chews the road back into itself. The moon is tattooed by black pattern of branch. The moon is shy and hides like two people behind a silence and a pretense of no emotion. [&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\/584"}],"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=584"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/beatrice.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/584\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/beatrice.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=584"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/beatrice.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=584"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/beatrice.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=584"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}