{"id":46,"date":"2004-04-30T07:28:52","date_gmt":"2004-04-30T07:28:52","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/gordsellar.com\/texts\/?p=46"},"modified":"2012-01-31T07:33:56","modified_gmt":"2012-01-31T07:33:56","slug":"in-the-sand","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/gordsellar.com\/texts\/2004\/04\/in-the-sand\/","title":{"rendered":"In the Sand"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Talon precise through sand,<br \/>\ngliding a path distinct from volition<br \/>\nor editorial instinct, tracing suggestions<br \/>\nof tail and thick-furred mane<br \/>\nand the deepness of eyes gazing from across<br \/>\nten millions years of divergence. Around<br \/>\nhim the singsong bamboo forests&#8217; incantations<br \/>\nfail to enchant or distract him away from<br \/>\nthe task, this feline calligraphy<br \/>\nthat amounts to less than art, but much more than<br \/>\na mere pastime, calculations on the back<br \/>\nof envelopes, kitchen philosophers&#8217; theories.<br \/>\nThrough sand, talon sweeps in smooth lines,<br \/>\ninscribing the creature<br \/>\ninto the ground, yet never enough for him<br \/>\nto see more than the mere idea of her;<br \/>\nnever her face staring back, never actual.<\/p>\n<p>&#8212; Gord Sellar, April 2004<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Talon precise through sand, gliding a path distinct from volition or editorial instinct, tracing suggestions of tail and thick-furred mane and the deepness of eyes gazing from across ten millions years of divergence. Around him the singsong bamboo forests&#8217; incantations fail to enchant or distract him away from the task, this feline calligraphy that amounts [&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":[7],"tags":[12,11],"series":[],"class_list":["post-46","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-tigermonkey","tag-love-poems","tag-tiger-monkey-poems"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p6xIep-K","amp_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/gordsellar.com\/texts\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/46","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=46"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/gordsellar.com\/texts\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/46\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":64,"href":"https:\/\/gordsellar.com\/texts\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/46\/revisions\/64"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/gordsellar.com\/texts\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=46"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/gordsellar.com\/texts\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=46"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/gordsellar.com\/texts\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=46"},{"taxonomy":"series","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/gordsellar.com\/texts\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/series?post=46"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}