{"id":891,"date":"2010-11-19T18:51:12","date_gmt":"2010-11-19T22:51:12","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/beatrice.com\/wordpress\/2010\/11\/19\/james-richardson-numbers\/"},"modified":"2010-11-19T20:55:51","modified_gmt":"2010-11-20T00:55:51","slug":"james-richardson-numbers","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/beatrice.com\/wordpress\/2010\/11\/19\/james-richardson-numbers\/","title":{"rendered":"James Richardson, &#8220;By the Numbers&#8221;"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img decoding=\"async\" id=\"image890\" src=\"http:\/\/beatrice.com\/wordpress\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/11\/james-richardson.jpg\" alt=\"james-richardson.jpg\" \/><\/p>\n<blockquote>\n<p>Last bells of evening, toning <i>bronze<\/i><br \/>\nand <i>bronze<\/i>, a hint of plaint.<br \/>\nEven if I hadn&#8217;t heard the shuttering board,<br \/>\nthe splash, the laughter, I&#8217;d have known<br \/>\nfrom the quaver of voices over water<br \/>\nthat this is the last house in summer,<br \/>\nand now is the double loeliness<br \/>\nof missing a party you don&#8217;t even want to be at.<\/p>\n<p>The T&#8217;ang poet sets out on a thousand-mile journey,<br \/>\nminor administrative post in prospect,<br \/>\nchronic war rattling around the mountains<br \/>\nthat might last all his life. And someone else<br \/>\nreturns from a journey no one knows he&#8217;s been on,<br \/>\nfeeling again the thick air of the valley&#8212;<br \/>\nthe children so tall&#8212;and whatever happens to love<br \/>\nthat hasn&#8217;t been used enough, has happened.<br \/>\nHe spreads before them, as excuse or evidence,<br \/>\nwhat he has gathered, mottoes of gods and sages,<br \/>\nspells, strange weathers and archaic praises,<br \/>\ncurrency unfamiliar in this land.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<p>Jame&#8217;s Richardson&#8217;s <a href=\"http:\/\/www.powells.com\/partner\/29017\/biblio\/1556593201\"><i>By the Numbers<\/i><\/a> was one of the shortlisted titles for this year&#8217;s National Book Award for poetry. It also includes &#8220;<a href=\"http:\/\/www.newyorker.com\/fiction\/poetry\/2007\/09\/03\/070903po_poem_richardson\">End of Summer<\/a>,&#8221; &#8220;<a href=\"http:\/\/www.newyorker.com\/fiction\/poetry\/2007\/02\/12\/070212po_poem_richardson\">In Shakespeare<\/a>,&#8221; and &#8220;<a href=\"http:\/\/www.newyorker.com\/fiction\/poetry\/2007\/12\/03\/071203po_poem_richardson\">Subject, Verb, Object<\/a>&#8221; (<i>The New Yorker<\/i>), plus <a href=\"http:\/\/www.narrativemagazine.com\/issues\/spring-2010\/three-poems\">three poems originally published in <i>Narrative<\/i><\/a> (free subscription required): &#8220;Echo,&#8221; &#8220;Bit Parts,&#8221; and &#8220;Are We Alone? or Physics You Can Do at Home.&#8221;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Last bells of evening, toning bronze and bronze, a hint of plaint. Even if I hadn&#8217;t heard the shuttering board, the splash, the laughter, I&#8217;d have known from the quaver of voices over water that this is the last house in summer, and now is the double loeliness of missing a party you don&#8217;t even [&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\/891"}],"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=891"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/beatrice.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/891\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/beatrice.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=891"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/beatrice.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=891"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/beatrice.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=891"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}