{"id":1545,"date":"2011-02-22T15:42:21","date_gmt":"2011-02-22T20:42:21","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/davious.org\/now\/?p=1545"},"modified":"2024-12-17T23:33:18","modified_gmt":"2024-12-18T04:33:18","slug":"field-work","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/davious.org\/now\/2011\/02\/field-work\/","title":{"rendered":"Field Work"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<pre class=\"wp-block-preformatted\">I forget its beginning\n perhaps first found in <i>The Origin of the Species<\/i>\n or that strange story I read as a youth\n  of the unknown naturalist\u2013fiddler\n  wading through that field of flowers\n  scientifically concluding in his heart\n  while evolution was still evolving\n  that each creature unto itself\n  is its own species\n Perhaps the same man\n  who despaired at helping a butterfly\n  to its death\n  unrealized without allowing it\n  fight out of its self\u2013made cocoon\n  to discover its own strength\n\nThe poets may take for granted your beauty\n taking you for something perennially special\nThe botanists may catalog\n your delicate reproducible features\nThe sellers may know what price\n you command at the market by your heritage\n\nYou grow beyond these interlopers\n your very bothersome incommodality\n  is that prize secret hidden in your bud\nYour uncouth break from tradition\n turns intellect superstitious\n renders traits broken and molted\nThe world rotates upon your axis\n seen afresh through your aspect\nWith a joyful pain the world births itself anew\nThe mysterious law of your specific genes\n hums a song composed <i>in situ<\/i>\nThis is what the world is dying to see\n Your nature is wild, naturally<\/pre>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I forget its beginning perhaps first found in The Origin of the Species or that strange story I read as a youth of the unknown naturalist\u2013fiddler wading through that field of flowers scientifically concluding in his heart while evolution was still evolving that each creature unto itself is its own species Perhaps the same man [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[35],"class_list":["post-1545","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poems","tag-red-with-flowers-book"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/davious.org\/now\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1545","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/davious.org\/now\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/davious.org\/now\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/davious.org\/now\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/davious.org\/now\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1545"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/davious.org\/now\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1545\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3586,"href":"https:\/\/davious.org\/now\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1545\/revisions\/3586"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/davious.org\/now\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1545"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/davious.org\/now\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1545"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/davious.org\/now\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1545"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}