{"id":681,"date":"2007-04-23T17:55:18","date_gmt":"2007-04-23T21:55:18","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/beatrice.com\/wordpress\/2007\/04\/23\/albert-goldbarth-initial-unpublished-discovery\/"},"modified":"2010-07-16T19:00:21","modified_gmt":"2010-07-16T23:00:21","slug":"albert-goldbarth-initial-unpublished-discovery","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/beatrice.com\/wordpress\/2007\/04\/23\/albert-goldbarth-initial-unpublished-discovery\/","title":{"rendered":"Albert Goldbarth, “The Initial Unpublished Discovery”"},"content":{"rendered":"
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In another poem, I chronicled my descent
\nto a level of shadow and intermittent fiery light.
\nIt was a world of empty faces—almost sucked out,
\nas if eggs the weasels got at had been turned to faces.
\nWanderers and their hunched-up stalkers,
\nmutterers to angry private gods… that’s who I found
\ndown there. I was talking about
\nour dream life—our subconscious—but a friend said
\nthat she thought I’d meant the New York subway system,
\nha ha. Nonetheless, I give to the neurobiologists
\nthis first identification of a mechanism, somewhere in the brain,
\nI call “the turnstile.” It allows our passage
\ninto the depths. And what’s the morning
\n—what’s the clear new start—if not our exiting
\nback into this life through the same round gate?<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

From The Kitchen Sink: New and Selected Poems<\/i><\/a>, a new collection spanning the last thirty-five years of Goldbarth’s career. Shortly after he won his second National Book Critics Circle award in 2002, Eric McHenry celebrated Goldbarth’s “wacky, talky, and fat<\/a>” poems in Slate<\/i>. According to Encyclopedia Britannica<\/i>, “[his] erudition and wit found expression in compulsively wordy but dazzling compositions<\/a>.”<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

In another poem, I chronicled my descent to a level of shadow and intermittent fiery light. It was a world of empty faces—almost sucked out, as if eggs the weasels got at had been turned to faces. Wanderers and their hunched-up stalkers, mutterers to angry private gods… that’s who I found down there. I was […]<\/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\/681"}],"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=681"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/beatrice.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/681\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/beatrice.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=681"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/beatrice.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=681"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/beatrice.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=681"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}