{"id":229,"date":"2012-02-08T04:28:34","date_gmt":"2012-02-08T04:28:34","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/gordsellar.com\/texts\/?p=229"},"modified":"2012-02-08T04:28:34","modified_gmt":"2012-02-08T04:28:34","slug":"on-looking-into-lummiss-radical-democracy","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/gordsellar.com\/texts\/2012\/02\/on-looking-into-lummiss-radical-democracy\/","title":{"rendered":"On looking into Lummis\u2019s Radical Democracy"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><em>by Gord Sellar<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 60px;\">You all dream of America only because<br \/>\nnight becomes, and tiding inside you are<br \/>\nlimbic oceans, democracies of wanting<br \/>\nand the blisters may yet give the<br \/>\nway to what is not inevitable but instead<br \/>\nwe can only make, over and over at<br \/>\nthe root, the before of it, the ideal<br \/>\nof what is made without fire, without<br \/>\nbullet or megaphone because the roar<br \/>\nof human voices together is much louder<br \/>\nanyway. The thing is not what we call it, but<br \/>\nis always the striving, the hand outstretched.<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 120px;\"><em>&#8211;Montreal, 2000<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>by Gord Sellar You all dream of America only because night becomes, and tiding inside you are limbic oceans, democracies of wanting and the blisters may yet give the way to what is not inevitable but instead we can only make, over and over at the root, the before of it, the ideal of what [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":false,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2},"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false},"categories":[6],"tags":[],"series":[],"class_list":["post-229","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poems-canada"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p6xIep-3H","amp_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/gordsellar.com\/texts\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/229","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/gordsellar.com\/texts\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/gordsellar.com\/texts\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/gordsellar.com\/texts\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/gordsellar.com\/texts\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=229"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/gordsellar.com\/texts\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/229\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":231,"href":"https:\/\/gordsellar.com\/texts\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/229\/revisions\/231"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/gordsellar.com\/texts\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=229"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/gordsellar.com\/texts\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=229"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/gordsellar.com\/texts\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=229"},{"taxonomy":"series","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/gordsellar.com\/texts\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/series?post=229"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}