{"id":2816,"date":"2012-04-24T05:19:00","date_gmt":"2012-04-24T11:19:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.edgewiseblog.com\/mjh\/poems\/dickey\/"},"modified":"2013-04-23T22:36:22","modified_gmt":"2013-04-24T04:36:22","slug":"dickey","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.edgewiseblog.com\/mjh\/poems\/2011-a-virtual-chapbook\/dickey\/","title":{"rendered":"Dickey"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>He caught    <br \/>\nan adolescent&#8217;s mind     <br \/>\nwith sex     <br \/>\nand wreckage,     <br \/>\na tragic fall,     <br \/>\nand the grotesque     <br \/>\nsheep child.     <br \/>\nHis was poetry     <br \/>\ndeformed and twisted     <br \/>\nand I could not look away.     <br \/>\nI had no words of my own     <br \/>\nno tongue for lust     <br \/>\nor sorrow     <br \/>\nmouth open but mute     <br \/>\nhorny as hell     <br \/>\nafraid I was ugly     <br \/>\nsure that the world was.     <br \/>\nHe confirmed that and     <br \/>\nchanged it in the process.     <br \/>\nThe long fall turned beautiful     <br \/>\nin the end because     <br \/>\nany horror could be faced     <br \/>\nand become a poem. <span class=\"sig\">mjh<\/span><\/p>\n<p><small>18Apr97 &#8211; Las Cruces<\/small><\/p>\n<hr \/>\n<p>I wrote this poem 14 years ago today. James Dickey died January 19, 1997. He was among the first modern poets I studied and enjoyed. I tipped my hat to him with my version of <a href=\"http:\/\/www.edgewiseblog.com\/mjh\/poems\/the-heaven-of-animals\/\">The Heaven of Animals<\/a>.<\/p>\n<hr \/>\n<p>Listen to <a href='http:\/\/www.mjhinton.net\/mjh\/wp-content\/mine\/dickey.mp3' class=\"wpaudio\">Dickey<\/a> <\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/www.edgewiseblog.com\/mjh\/poems\/my-virtual-chapbook\/\">My Virtual Chapbook<\/a> (table of contents)<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>He caught an adolescent&#8217;s mind with sex and wreckage, a tragic fall, and the grotesque sheep child. His was poetry deformed and twisted and I could not look away. I had no words of my own no tongue for lust or sorrow mouth open but mute horny as hell afraid I was ugly sure that &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/www.edgewiseblog.com\/mjh\/poems\/2011-a-virtual-chapbook\/dickey\/\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading <span class=\"screen-reader-text\">Dickey<\/span> <span class=\"meta-nav\">&rarr;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[143],"tags":[76],"class_list":["post-2816","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-2011-a-virtual-chapbook","tag-poets"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.edgewiseblog.com\/mjh\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2816","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.edgewiseblog.com\/mjh\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.edgewiseblog.com\/mjh\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.edgewiseblog.com\/mjh\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.edgewiseblog.com\/mjh\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=2816"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/www.edgewiseblog.com\/mjh\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2816\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":6130,"href":"https:\/\/www.edgewiseblog.com\/mjh\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2816\/revisions\/6130"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.edgewiseblog.com\/mjh\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2816"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.edgewiseblog.com\/mjh\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2816"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.edgewiseblog.com\/mjh\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2816"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}