{"id":273,"date":"2012-02-10T09:14:51","date_gmt":"2012-02-10T09:14:51","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/gordsellar.com\/texts\/?p=273"},"modified":"2012-02-10T09:14:51","modified_gmt":"2012-02-10T09:14:51","slug":"the-city","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/gordsellar.com\/texts\/2012\/02\/the-city\/","title":{"rendered":"The City"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><em>by Gord Sellar<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 60px;\">the thing carried in the<br \/>\nbelly of neolithic man,<br \/>\nwoman, is the skyline<br \/>\nriddled with lights, leaky-<br \/>\nfaucet nightsong<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 60px;\">time is the womb of city.<br \/>\ncathedral, gothic, that<br \/>\nhuge closed eye, always<br \/>\ncarved after pattern of Lascaux, cave-wall<br \/>\npainted herd hunting<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 60px;\">all inevitable: city<br \/>\nwas carried in bellies ape-people,<br \/>\nwhole kingdoms hidden in viscera<br \/>\nour ancient guardians; but for<br \/>\ntime, i hunt and pray in dark dripping caves<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 120px;\">&#8212; Saskatoon, 1998<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>by Gord Sellar the thing carried in the belly of neolithic man, woman, is the skyline riddled with lights, leaky- faucet nightsong time is the womb of city. cathedral, gothic, that huge closed eye, always carved after pattern of Lascaux, cave-wall painted herd hunting all inevitable: city was carried in bellies ape-people, whole kingdoms hidden [&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-273","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-4p","amp_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/gordsellar.com\/texts\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/273","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=273"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/gordsellar.com\/texts\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/273\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":274,"href":"https:\/\/gordsellar.com\/texts\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/273\/revisions\/274"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/gordsellar.com\/texts\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=273"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/gordsellar.com\/texts\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=273"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/gordsellar.com\/texts\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=273"},{"taxonomy":"series","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/gordsellar.com\/texts\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/series?post=273"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}