{"id":9379,"date":"2005-12-08T12:16:06","date_gmt":"2005-12-08T17:16:06","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blogs.discovermagazine.com\/cosmicvariance\/2005\/12\/08\/mind\/"},"modified":"2005-12-08T12:16:06","modified_gmt":"2005-12-08T17:16:06","slug":"mind","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/preposterousuniverse.com\/blog\/2005\/12\/08\/mind\/","title":{"rendered":"Mind"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>By <a href=\"http:\/\/www.americanpoems.com\/poets\/Jorie-Graham\">Jorie Graham<\/a>.  (More <a href=\"http:\/\/www.news.harvard.edu\/gazette\/1999\/10.07\/graham.html\">here<\/a> and <a href=\"http:\/\/www.pshares.org\/issues\/article.cfm?prmArticleID=7400\">here<\/a>.)<\/p>\n<blockquote><p>The slow overture of rain,<br \/>\neach drop breaking<br \/>\nwithout breaking into<br \/>\nthe next, describes<br \/>\nthe unrelenting, syncopated<br \/>\nmind. Not unlike<br \/>\nthe hummingbirds<br \/>\nimagining their wings<br \/>\nto be their heart, and swallows<br \/>\nbelieving the horizon<br \/>\nto be a line they lift<br \/>\nand drop. What is it<br \/>\nthey cast for? The poplars,<br \/>\nadvancing or retreating,<br \/>\nlose their stature<br \/>\nequally, and yet stand firm,<br \/>\nmaking arrangements<br \/>\nin order to become<br \/>\nimaginary. The city<br \/>\ndraws the mind in streets,<br \/>\nand streets compel it<br \/>\nfrom their intersections<br \/>\nwhere a little<br \/>\nbelongs to no one. It is<br \/>\nwhat is driven through<br \/>\nall stationary portions<br \/>\nof the world, gravity&#8217;s<br \/>\nstake in things, the leaves,<br \/>\npressed against the dank<br \/>\nwindow of November<br \/>\nsoil, remain unwelcome<br \/>\ntill transformed, parts<br \/>\nof a puzzle unsolvable<br \/>\ntill the edges give a bit<br \/>\nand soften. See how<br \/>\nthen the picture becomes clear,<br \/>\nthe mind entering the ground<br \/>\nmore easily in pieces,<br \/>\nand all the richer for it.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>By Jorie Graham. (More here and here.) The slow overture of rain, each drop breaking without breaking into the next, describes the unrelenting, syncopated mind. Not unlike the hummingbirds imagining their wings to be their heart, and swallows believing the horizon to be a line they lift and drop. What is it they cast for? [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[37],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-9379","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-words"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/preposterousuniverse.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9379","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/preposterousuniverse.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/preposterousuniverse.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/preposterousuniverse.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/preposterousuniverse.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=9379"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/preposterousuniverse.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9379\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/preposterousuniverse.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=9379"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/preposterousuniverse.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=9379"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/preposterousuniverse.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=9379"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}