{"id":1757,"date":"2009-08-07T00:10:26","date_gmt":"2009-08-07T06:10:26","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blaine.org\/sevenimpossiblethings\/?p=1757"},"modified":"2009-08-07T07:27:10","modified_gmt":"2009-08-07T13:27:10","slug":"poetry-friday-incubus","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/blaine.org\/sevenimpossiblethings\/?p=1757","title":{"rendered":"Poetry Friday: Incubus"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img src='http:\/\/blaine.org\/sevenimpossiblethings\/wp-content\/uploads\/2009\/08\/incubus.jpg' alt='Incubus' \/> Hey, wanna read something disturbing? Kinda spooky? Good. Check this out. It&#8217;s &#8220;Incubus&#8221; by <a href=\"http:\/\/www.poetryfoundation.org\/archive\/poet.html?id=220\"><strong>Craig Arnold<\/strong><\/a>:<\/p>\n<blockquote><p>The chain uncouples, and his jacket hangs<br \/>\non the peg over hers, and he&#8217;s inside.   <\/p>\n<p>She stalls in the kitchen, putting the kettle on,<br \/>\nbuys herself a minute looking for two<br \/>\nmatching cups for the lime-flower tea,<br \/>\nnot really lime but linden, heart-shaped leaves<br \/>\nand sticky flowers that smell of antifreeze.<br \/>\nShe talks a wall around her, twists the string<br \/>\ntighter around the tea bag in her spoon.<br \/>\nBut every conversation has to break<br \/>\nsomewhere, and at the far end of the sofa<br \/>\nhe sits, warming his hands around the cup<br \/>\nhe hasn&#8217;t tasted yet, and listens on<br \/>\nwith such an exasperating show of patience<br \/>\nit&#8217;s almost a relief to hear him ask it:<br \/>\n<em>If you&#8217;re not using your body right now<br \/>\nmaybe you&#8217;d let me borrow it for a while?<\/em><\/p>\n<p>It isn&#8217;t what you&#8217;re thinking. No, it&#8217;s worse. <\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/www.poetryfoundation.org\/archive\/poem.html?id=171044\"><strong>Click here to read the rest.<\/strong><\/a><\/p>\n<p>I don&#8217;t have much to say about this yet, because I just discovered it myself, and I&#8217;m still trying to get my mind around it. I&#8217;ll tell you this much, though: I like it. I think it works, either as a literal supernatural tale, or as a metaphor for a specific kind of bad relationship.<\/p>\n<p>What do you think?<\/p>\n<p>(p.s.: In case you hadn&#8217;t heard, <a href=\"http:\/\/papercuts.blogs.nytimes.com\/2009\/05\/20\/there-will-be-no-more-poems-from-him\/\"><strong>Craig Arnold disappeared<\/strong><\/a> a few months ago while hiking solo in Japan. So, while thinking about this poem, maybe also spare a thought for the sudden loss of a young talent, and condolences for his friends and family.)<\/p>\n<p><center>* * * * * * *<\/center><\/p>\n<p>Since I&#8217;m all about telling you what to do today, I suggest you should check out what the other poetry peeps are posting too. Tricia&#8217;s on round-up duty at <a href=\"http:\/\/missrumphiuseffect.blogspot.com\/index.html\"><strong>The Miss Rumphius Effect<\/strong><\/a>.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Hey, wanna read something disturbing? Kinda spooky? Good. Check this out. It&#8217;s &#8220;Incubus&#8221; by Craig Arnold: The chain uncouples, and his jacket hangs on the peg over hers, and he&#8217;s inside. She stalls in the kitchen, putting the kettle on, buys herself a minute looking for two matching cups for the lime-flower tea, not really [&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-1757","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\/1757","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=1757"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/blaine.org\/sevenimpossiblethings\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1757\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/blaine.org\/sevenimpossiblethings\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1757"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/blaine.org\/sevenimpossiblethings\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=1757"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/blaine.org\/sevenimpossiblethings\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=1757"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}