{"id":623,"date":"2011-06-07T11:06:59","date_gmt":"2011-06-07T15:06:59","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.gadflyonline.com\/wpblog\/?p=623"},"modified":"2012-07-15T20:12:33","modified_gmt":"2012-07-16T00:12:33","slug":"venus-rising-an-elegy-by-sean-bugg-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/gadflyonline.com\/home\/index.php\/venus-rising-an-elegy-by-sean-bugg-2\/","title":{"rendered":"&#8220;Venus Rising: an elegy&#8221;"},"content":{"rendered":"<h2><a href=\"http:\/\/www.gadflyonline.com\/wpblog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/06\/Sean-Bugg-Venus-Rising2.mp3\"><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\">&#8220;Venus Rising: an elegy&#8221;<\/span><\/a><\/h2>\n<address style=\"padding-left: 120px;\"><em>For T.B.S.<\/em><\/address>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Ginkgo tree rustles, drawing me back<br \/>\nTo when we lay under streetlamps\u2019 muted glow.<br \/>\nOur breathing slows, measuring in-and-out,<br \/>\nReclaiming the lost riffraff principality,<br \/>\nRequiem of a generation, frozen into a tulip.<\/p>\n<p>If we never were, you and I,<br \/>\nJust written into being, voiceless,<br \/>\nAnd grounded to the stars,<br \/>\nWould you have even said hello?<\/p>\n<p>Instead, I\u2019m left with a single question,<br \/>\nSaturated like the August air, humid,<br \/>\nAnd buckling to the summer storm &#8212;<br \/>\nWhat would have happened if\u2026<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><em>About the Poet:<\/em><\/p>\n<p>Sean Bugg graduated from the University of Virginia in May 2011. During this time he spent two years as a student in the Department\u2019s Area Program in Poetry Writing under the direction of Lisa Russ Spaar. As part of his final capstone project, he wrote, edited, and compiled a collection of poems entitled <em>Melancholia Proserpine<\/em>. Librarians of the University will shelve a bound copy and preserve an unbound copy in their archives.\u00a0 Sean\u2019s work has appeared in <em>The Last Romantics<\/em> and <em>3.7 Magazine<\/em>.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&#8220;Venus Rising: an elegy&#8221; For T.B.S. &nbsp; Ginkgo tree rustles, drawing me back To when we lay under streetlamps\u2019 muted glow. Our breathing slows, measuring in-and-out, Reclaiming the lost riffraff principality, Requiem of a generation, frozen into a tulip. If we never were, you and I, Just written into being, voiceless, And grounded to the [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":8,"featured_media":643,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[4,219,199],"tags":[117],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/gadflyonline.com\/home\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/623"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/gadflyonline.com\/home\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/gadflyonline.com\/home\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/gadflyonline.com\/home\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/8"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/gadflyonline.com\/home\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=623"}],"version-history":[{"count":30,"href":"http:\/\/gadflyonline.com\/home\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/623\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3291,"href":"http:\/\/gadflyonline.com\/home\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/623\/revisions\/3291"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/gadflyonline.com\/home\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/643"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/gadflyonline.com\/home\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=623"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/gadflyonline.com\/home\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=623"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/gadflyonline.com\/home\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=623"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}