{"id":265,"date":"2012-02-10T09:05:10","date_gmt":"2012-02-10T09:05:10","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/gordsellar.com\/texts\/?p=265"},"modified":"2012-05-08T12:07:21","modified_gmt":"2012-05-08T12:07:21","slug":"river-spelunker","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/gordsellar.com\/texts\/2012\/02\/river-spelunker\/","title":{"rendered":"River Spelunker"},"content":{"rendered":"

by Gord Sellar<\/em><\/p>\n

out where my
\nboots did not go
\nold pliant soil
\nsinking underneath my shadow
\n                                          sleep<\/p>\n

at first hearing only rushes’
\nrasp-dry tongues; sliding
\ninto ooze<\/p>\n

there is a shadow of me
\nstanding
\nvoice across the water
\nthick loam, heavy arc
\ndown to secret bedding<\/p>\n

geese, numberless pairs on
\nmirrored water,
\nbugle throats diving
\nwing-fins spread
\nunder broken light
\nflight<\/p>\n

my feet, backbone, haunches
\ndripping shady earth,
\ntremble at bedrock;
\ndwelling under that tremble, a droning
\nvoice, bass trumpet beneath
\nsound, spreading in solid waves, in
\nsprawling caverns, wombs
\nof clay.<\/p>\n

layered stone, rhythm
\nof stone, pushes me
\nup, into air, my
\nvoice clarion,
\nbreath<\/p>\n

— Saskatoon, 1998<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

by Gord Sellar out where my boots did not go old pliant soil sinking underneath my shadow                                           sleep at first hearing only rushes’ rasp-dry tongues; sliding into ooze there is a shadow of me standing voice across the water thick loam, heavy arc down to secret bedding geese, numberless pairs on mirrored water, bugle throats […]<\/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-265","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-4h","amp_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/gordsellar.com\/texts\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/265","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=265"}],"version-history":[{"count":8,"href":"https:\/\/gordsellar.com\/texts\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/265\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":379,"href":"https:\/\/gordsellar.com\/texts\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/265\/revisions\/379"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/gordsellar.com\/texts\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=265"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/gordsellar.com\/texts\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=265"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/gordsellar.com\/texts\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=265"},{"taxonomy":"series","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/gordsellar.com\/texts\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/series?post=265"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}