{"id":74,"date":"2006-08-08T17:05:48","date_gmt":"2006-08-09T00:05:48","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blaine.org\/sevenimpossiblethings\/?p=74"},"modified":"2009-02-21T21:58:14","modified_gmt":"2009-02-22T03:58:14","slug":"skunk-summer","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/blaine.org\/sevenimpossiblethings\/?p=74","title":{"rendered":"Skunk summer"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>So, the other night I came home kind of late, and as I was driving up to the apartment I saw a skunk, a SKUNK, run across the street in front of my car, from our landlord&#8217;s driveway to the neighbor&#8217;s yard.  <\/p>\n<p><!--more-->Now, I had pretty much known that there were skunks living nearby &#8211; I&#8217;ve often caught an unmistakeable whiff on nights when I leave the windows open.  But still, that was pretty brazen.  I had to sit in the car for a few minutes to recover, because a.> I could have run over it, and how nasty would that be?  and b.> maybe it, or its relatives, were still out there within spray range; and what if a sudden noise &#8211; like a car door shutting &#8211; would startle it\/them into squirting me with nastiness?  But fear not, Dear Reader, I made it inside without another sighting &#8211; although the neighbor&#8217;s cat did do a passable enough skunk-impersonation to nearly give me a heart attack as I slipped my key in the door.<\/p>\n<p>To commemorate this funky little trauma, and in keeping with the general world-weariness and malaise that I&#8217;ve been suffering during the recent heat wave (I thought here in Yankee-ville I would never have to see a thermometer reach 100 again, but No!), I&#8217;d like to share one of my favorite poems with you:  <a href=\"http:\/\/www.poets.org\/viewmedia.php\/prmMID\/15279\"><strong>&#8220;Skunk Hour&#8221;<\/strong><\/a> by Robert Lowell.\n<\/p>\n<p>It&#8217;s such a lonely, melancholy thing; such a perfect depiction of both a single, disturbed mind and a society in decline:<\/p>\n<blockquote>\n<p>One dark night,<br \/>\nmy Tudor Ford climbed the hill&#8217;s skull,<br \/>\nI watched for love-cars.  Lights turned down,<br \/>\nthey lay together, hull to hull,<br \/>\nwhere the graveyard shelves on the town. . . .<br \/>\nMy mind&#8217;s not right.<\/p>\n<p>A car radio bleats,<br \/>\n&#8216;Love, O careless Love . . . .&#8217; I hear<br \/>\nmy ill-spirit sob in each blood cell,<br \/>\nas if my hand were at its throat . . . .<br \/>\nI myself am hell,<br \/>\nnobody&#8217;s here&#8211;<\/p>\n<p>only skunks, that search<br \/>\nin the moonlight for a bite to eat.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<p>Click on the link above to get the whole poem, or click on our link to the Academy of American Poets under the &#8220;Seven Impossible Book Sites&#8221; list to the right to find more info on, and more poems by, the Late Great King of the Confessional Poets, Robert Lowell.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>So, the other night I came home kind of late, and as I was driving up to the apartment I saw a skunk, a SKUNK, run across the street in front of my car, from our landlord&#8217;s driveway to the neighbor&#8217;s yard.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[26],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-74","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-nonfiction"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/blaine.org\/sevenimpossiblethings\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/74","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=74"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/blaine.org\/sevenimpossiblethings\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/74\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/blaine.org\/sevenimpossiblethings\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=74"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/blaine.org\/sevenimpossiblethings\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=74"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/blaine.org\/sevenimpossiblethings\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=74"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}