{"id":331,"date":"2012-02-11T01:17:12","date_gmt":"2012-02-11T01:17:12","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/gordsellar.com\/texts\/?p=331"},"modified":"2012-02-11T01:17:18","modified_gmt":"2012-02-11T01:17:18","slug":"davis-on-sherbrooke","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/gordsellar.com\/texts\/2012\/02\/davis-on-sherbrooke\/","title":{"rendered":"Davis on Sherbrooke"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><em>by Gord Sellar<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 60px;\">the anapests and dactyls of jazz<br \/>\ncombine, enfold, iambs hidden at<br \/>\nthe inner ear, and I could be<br \/>\nany city, could write any city<br \/>\nbut this one. plastic bags, small<br \/>\nbits of paper float the dark lit<br \/>\nair; breeze menuet, impressionistic<br \/>\njazz, <em>Nefertiti<\/em> sings the mannequins<br \/>\ntheir static pavanes, lachrymae,<br \/>\nlachrymae, behind glass walls;<br \/>\nadvertisement at night, when we all<br \/>\nare least at risk, undressed and<br \/>\nsleeping, though I neglect my<br \/>\nFaulkner, take a long way back,<br \/>\ntroch\u00e9e Miles and miles of concrete<br \/>\nblooming us its incandescent wildflowers,<br \/>\nI pick them, with mind set<br \/>\naside, knowing I pick here;<br \/>\ndeciding with my feet that I<br \/>\nhave come far enough; then home.<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 120px;\">&#8212; Montreal, 2000<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>by Gord Sellar the anapests and dactyls of jazz combine, enfold, iambs hidden at the inner ear, and I could be any city, could write any city but this one. plastic bags, small bits of paper float the dark lit air; breeze menuet, impressionistic jazz, Nefertiti sings the mannequins their static pavanes, lachrymae, lachrymae, behind [&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-331","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-5l","amp_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/gordsellar.com\/texts\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/331","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=331"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/gordsellar.com\/texts\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/331\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":334,"href":"https:\/\/gordsellar.com\/texts\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/331\/revisions\/334"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/gordsellar.com\/texts\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=331"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/gordsellar.com\/texts\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=331"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/gordsellar.com\/texts\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=331"},{"taxonomy":"series","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/gordsellar.com\/texts\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/series?post=331"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}