{"id":32,"date":"2008-02-24T10:52:00","date_gmt":"2008-02-24T18:52:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/heatherhaley.com\/onelife\/?p=32"},"modified":"2008-02-24T10:52:00","modified_gmt":"2008-02-24T18:52:00","slug":"star-mapping-poem","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/heatherhaley.com\/hh2\/?p=32","title":{"rendered":"Star Mapping poem"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>&#8220;Obstacles cannot crush me. Every obstacle yields to stern<br \/>\nresolve. He who is fixed to a star does not change his mind.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8212; Leonardo da Vinci<\/p>\n<p>Posted this quote for I have been writing of the stars. They are close here on Bowen, on any clear night create an enchanting tableau. At breakfast this morning I spoke of my father lost in a blizzard. He had been posted in the Yukon during a stint in the RCAF. He was wandering for four days and finally able to navigate back to the base by the North star which figures largely in my poem, \u201cWhore In The Eddy\u201d wherein I fantasize about lying in a puddle with a prostitue. A dead prostitute.<\/p>\n<p>Whore In The Eddy<\/p>\n<p>Gazes up at ballooning clouds as if imagining<br \/>\nfrogs. Giraffes. Corvettes and barns.<br \/>\nAs if Neptune\u2019s head has heard<br \/>\nher pleas. Sent me. She looks like a mannequin.<br \/>\nAs if by law of nature, a stripped woman\u2019s body<br \/>\nlooks like a mannequin after it floats<br \/>\nto the surface in a rainforest denuded<br \/>\nby steam donkeys and timber sales. All matter<br \/>\nfrom the depths is netted by log jams.<\/p>\n<p>She stares at me. Cannot see<br \/>\nthe pebbles embedded in my knees.<br \/>\nOr my face, not so sweet.<br \/>\nNo bubbles, just the stillness<br \/>\nof standing water. No trace DNA.<br \/>\nNo hard earned cash. Only cool airstreams<br \/>\nof aspen leaves. My grasping hand<br \/>\ntakes hers, skin gliding onto my fingers<br \/>\nlike a glove. A device. We share features<br \/>\nany porno-masticating, regular working stiff<br \/>\njoe wants in his garage<br \/>\nbetween the red pickup and the Crestliner.<\/p>\n<p>We watch the rim of night, a coiled<br \/>\narm of stars, their slow light two million<br \/>\nyears too late. Naked eyes decipher<br \/>\nOrion the hunter. Cassiopeia. Bright knots<br \/>\nof the Double Cluster. Mars appears.<br \/>\nI look the other way, to the North Star.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&#8220;Obstacles cannot crush me. Every obstacle yields to stern resolve. He who is fixed to a star does not change his mind.&#8221; &#8212; Leonardo da Vinci Posted this quote for I have been writing of the stars. They are close here on Bowen, on any clear night create an enchanting tableau. At breakfast this morning [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[12],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/heatherhaley.com\/hh2\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/32"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/heatherhaley.com\/hh2\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/heatherhaley.com\/hh2\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/heatherhaley.com\/hh2\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/heatherhaley.com\/hh2\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=32"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/heatherhaley.com\/hh2\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/32\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/heatherhaley.com\/hh2\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=32"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/heatherhaley.com\/hh2\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=32"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/heatherhaley.com\/hh2\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=32"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}