{"id":689,"date":"2007-04-09T19:32:20","date_gmt":"2007-04-09T23:32:20","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/beatrice.com\/wordpress\/2007\/04\/09\/robert-wrigley-review\/"},"modified":"2010-07-16T19:39:42","modified_gmt":"2010-07-16T23:39:42","slug":"robert-wrigley-review","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/beatrice.com\/wordpress\/2007\/04\/09\/robert-wrigley-review\/","title":{"rendered":"Robert Wrigley, &#8220;Review&#8221;"},"content":{"rendered":"<blockquote>\n<p>Impossible not to admire the stinkbug&#8217;s blundering:<br \/>\nsitting on the porch, I could see among the swarm flying my way<br \/>\nthis particular one at least twenty yards or more away<br \/>\nbefore&#8212;and despite my hapless ducks and feints&#8212;<br \/>\nhe smacked me right in the forehead and fell<br \/>\nexactly into the center of the book my evasive maneuvering<br \/>\nhad caused me to forget about, so that it closed on him<\/p>\n<p>and wounded him, yes, it&#8217;s true, but not before<br \/>\nhe left in the thin of it that amazing harsh camphor<br \/>\nand swampy crotchland smell he is most famously known for,<br \/>\nwhich even today, some years later, still purls<br \/>\nfrom its pages, though I have not opened the book again.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<p>From <a href=\"http:\/\/www.powells.com\/partner\/29017\/biblio\/014303779X\"><i>Earthly Meditations: New and Selected Poems<\/i><\/a>.  &#8220;My sense of the poem has come to be that it is a thing that emerges in the writing. It is rarely something premeditated, plotted, graphed, or outlined in advance,&#8221; <a href=\"http:\/\/www.uidaho.edu\/fugue\/robert_wrigley.htm\">Wrigley once told an interviewer<\/a>. &#8220;Good poems are smart. They devise ways of allowing the reader in. They don&#8217;t answer all the questions; they pose questions. But the ones that matter most to me are the ones that allow me to come inside and see how the light shines through the windows.&#8221;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Impossible not to admire the stinkbug&#8217;s blundering: sitting on the porch, I could see among the swarm flying my way this particular one at least twenty yards or more away before&#8212;and despite my hapless ducks and feints&#8212; he smacked me right in the forehead and fell exactly into the center of the book my evasive [&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\/689"}],"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=689"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/beatrice.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/689\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/beatrice.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=689"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/beatrice.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=689"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/beatrice.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=689"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}