{"id":358,"date":"2018-04-04T03:26:05","date_gmt":"2018-04-04T03:26:05","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.writehanded.org\/poetry\/?p=358"},"modified":"2018-04-04T03:26:05","modified_gmt":"2018-04-04T03:26:05","slug":"book-review-the-yield","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/writehanded.org\/poetry\/2018\/04\/04\/book-review-the-yield\/","title":{"rendered":"Book Review: The Yield"},"content":{"rendered":"

Here’s my\u00a0first review, of Sue Wootton’s\u00a0The Yield<\/em><\/a>, which begins:<\/p>\n

‘In attempting to describe\u00a0The Yield<\/em>\u00a0and my response to it, I found myself referring again and again to the poem Lingua incognita, which is quoted on the back of the book and is, if I was pushed to name it, probably my favourite poem in the collection.<\/p>\n

Some words dwell in the bone, as yet<\/em>
\nunassembled\u2026<\/em><\/p>\n

Down in the bone the word-strands glimmer and ascend<\/em>
\noften disordered, often in dreams,<\/em><\/p>\n

bone-knowledge beating a path through the body to the throat<\/em>
\nlabouring to enter the alphabet.<\/em><\/p>\n

\u2026<\/em><\/p>\n

and sometimes the only word to assemble in the throat is Yes<\/em>
\nand sometimes the only word to assemble in the throat is No.’<\/em><\/p>\n

Read more.<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Here’s my\u00a0first review, of Sue Wootton’s\u00a0The Yield, which begins: ‘In attempting to describe\u00a0The Yield\u00a0and my response to it, I found myself referring again and again to the poem Lingua incognita, Continue Reading →<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[5],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/writehanded.org\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/358"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/writehanded.org\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/writehanded.org\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/writehanded.org\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/writehanded.org\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=358"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/writehanded.org\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/358\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/writehanded.org\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=358"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/writehanded.org\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=358"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/writehanded.org\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=358"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}