{"id":6645,"date":"2013-08-01T00:00:40","date_gmt":"2013-08-01T05:00:40","guid":{"rendered":"\/nashvillereview\/?p=6645"},"modified":"2015-02-12T09:22:52","modified_gmt":"2015-02-12T15:22:52","slug":"sailor-into-fire","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/archives\/6645","title":{"rendered":"Sailor into Fire"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Rocks bring me to a roaming lunge. I\u2019m up on land\u2019s last threaded spoke; I\u2019m tongue-first the figure born, lost and grown away. I fell to failed promise; I met the laughing ghost. And if my back is a larder, empty but not hollow? In hollow heaven I failed to spring a lock, and walnuts\u2019 knuckles swung me low. The train I took was leaded pipe, Pennsylvania, and your windmills tilted me. Cardboard Monday, my ticket\u2019s good for you. Black Felt Sunday, swing me so; my back\u2019s broke the ways you used to do. Your ticket\u2019s teeth, and it will take me, too. Bring me up shaking, roaming the traces of pioneer ruts\u2014in fences\u2019 acres of burnt-back sage, I\u2019ll hollow heaven\u2019s trailing dash of hay and hospitality. My back sung on the field of Georgia\u2019s heart, my tongue lashed to salt and ash\u2014if you love me, bring me low. I\u2019ll lick the love that cattle bring to harbor in an iron cage. I\u2019ll tell the ghost that I have broken locks and burnished gates\u2014I too have split my tongue to sing two ways.<\/p>\n<h6><a href=\"\/nashvillereview\/archives\/6632\">Daniel Carter<\/a><\/h6>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Rocks bring me to a roaming lunge. I\u2019m up on land\u2019s last threaded spoke; I\u2019m tongue-first the figure born, lost and grown away. I fell to failed promise; I met the laughing ghost. And if my back is a larder, empty but not hollow? In hollow heaven I failed to spring a lock, and walnuts\u2019 [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":22,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"spay_email":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_is_tweetstorm":false},"categories":[16],"tags":[25],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p6Jypy-1Jb","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6645"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/22"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=6645"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6645\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":10079,"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6645\/revisions\/10079"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=6645"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=6645"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=6645"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}