{"id":1522,"date":"2008-12-05T00:50:12","date_gmt":"2008-12-05T06:50:12","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blaine.org\/sevenimpossiblethings\/?p=1522"},"modified":"2008-12-05T00:53:46","modified_gmt":"2008-12-05T06:53:46","slug":"poetry-friday-i-take-my-waking-slow","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/blaine.org\/sevenimpossiblethings\/?p=1522","title":{"rendered":"Poetry Friday: I take my waking slow"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img src='http:\/\/blaine.org\/sevenimpossiblethings\/wp-content\/uploads\/2008\/12\/clock2.jpg' alt='*yawn*' \/>Here&#8217;s the thing about insomnia: it doesn&#8217;t just make you tired. It shades everything with a hint of the surreal. After enough nights of lying there watching the hours blink by on the alarm clock, the boundaries between awake and asleep get blurry. I&#8217;ll glance at the time on the computer screen at work and realize I have no idea what I&#8217;ve been doing for the past hour. I&#8217;ll be reading on the couch and doze off, continuing the story in a dream, then wake up and wonder why the story I&#8217;m reading doesn&#8217;t make sense anymore. I feel a little like <a href=\"http:\/\/en.wikipedia.org\/wiki\/Slaughterhouse-Five\"><strong>Billy Pilgrim<\/strong><\/a>, like I&#8217;ve come unstuck in time.<\/p>\n<p>I don&#8217;t mean to whine &#8211; I know my circadian rhythm will settle down eventually. This is just one of those things I&#8217;m prone to. Sometimes I get bouts of insomnia when I&#8217;m worried or excited about something, and I can&#8217;t get my brain to shut up long enough for me to fall asleep. Sometimes it seems to happen for no reason at all. But I think this time it was set off by crossing the international date line a couple of times within a week &#8211; my sleep cycle was totally messed up, and I haven&#8217;t managed to get it back on track yet. But it&#8217;ll pass.<\/p>\n<p>Lines from this poem (a villanelle, one of my favorite forms) keep drifting around behind my eyes. I love it, not just for the irresistible rhythm, but for the dreamy, synesthesia-like atmosphere created by linking all those incongruous sensations. Here&#8217;s <a href=\"http:\/\/www.poetryfoundation.org\/archive\/poem.html?id=172106\"><strong>&#8220;The Waking&#8221; by Theodore Roethke:<\/strong><\/a><\/p>\n<blockquote><p>I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.<br \/>\nI feel my fate in what I cannot fear.<br \/>\nI learn by going where I have to go.<\/p>\n<p>We think by feeling. What is there to know?<br \/>\nI hear my being dance from ear to ear.<br \/>\nI wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/www.poetryfoundation.org\/archive\/poem.html?id=172106\"><strong>Click here<\/strong><\/a> to read the rest. And then head on over to <a href=\"http:\/\/favoritechildrensbooks.blogspot.com\/\"><strong>Mommy&#8217;s Favorite Children&#8217;s Books<\/strong><\/a>, where Karen is handling this week&#8217;s Poetry Friday roundup.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Here&#8217;s the thing about insomnia: it doesn&#8217;t just make you tired. It shades everything with a hint of the surreal. After enough nights of lying there watching the hours blink by on the alarm clock, the boundaries between awake and asleep get blurry. I&#8217;ll glance at the time on the computer screen at work and [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1522","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poetry-friday"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/blaine.org\/sevenimpossiblethings\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1522","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/blaine.org\/sevenimpossiblethings\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/blaine.org\/sevenimpossiblethings\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/blaine.org\/sevenimpossiblethings\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/blaine.org\/sevenimpossiblethings\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=1522"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/blaine.org\/sevenimpossiblethings\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1522\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/blaine.org\/sevenimpossiblethings\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1522"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/blaine.org\/sevenimpossiblethings\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=1522"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/blaine.org\/sevenimpossiblethings\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=1522"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}