{"id":1197,"date":"2016-08-29T07:25:08","date_gmt":"2016-08-29T14:25:08","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/?p=1197"},"modified":"2016-08-27T07:43:09","modified_gmt":"2016-08-27T14:43:09","slug":"dr-chadpur-goes-fishing-in-the-animasphere-by","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/?p=1197","title":{"rendered":"Dr. Chadpur Goes Fishing in the Animasphere by Sandi Leibowitz"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignleft wp-image-1201 size-large\" src=\"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/08\/Jellyfish_night_ocean_PAINTING-1024x848.png\" alt=\"Jellyfish_night_ocean_PAINTING\" width=\"1024\" height=\"848\" srcset=\"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/08\/Jellyfish_night_ocean_PAINTING.png 1024w, http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/08\/Jellyfish_night_ocean_PAINTING-300x248.png 300w, http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/08\/Jellyfish_night_ocean_PAINTING-768x636.png 768w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 1024px) 100vw, 1024px\" \/><\/p>\n<p>Black\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s what I see first<br \/>\nwhen I peer into the depths,<br \/>\nbefore I catch the silver swimmers,<br \/>\nunderglints of cyan or amber\u00e2\u20ac\u201d<br \/>\nthe shadings of each separate soul\u00e2\u20ac\u201d<br \/>\nmy ethereal jellyfish.<\/p>\n<p>Demure Anemone, tendrils of pink<br \/>\nblushing crimson, forces<br \/>\na foreign tenderness into my heart.<br \/>\nTempest, pulsating galaxy,<br \/>\nencourages in me a dreadful urge to shout.<\/p>\n<p>I curse this tendency to name them.<br \/>\nI must ignore the stirring of my own spirit<br \/>\nas Golden Sparrow or Purple Koi flits past.<br \/>\nThey are not pets.<br \/>\nAs man of science I recognize<br \/>\nmy mind\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s habit of personification.<br \/>\nI must refrain.<\/p>\n<p>Think of mermaids.<br \/>\nThey were just reflections, after all,<br \/>\nof the human desire to meet unearthly beauty,<br \/>\nmen\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s desire to possess in woman-form<br \/>\nthe subtle shapeliness of the sea.<\/p>\n<p>I cast my line,<br \/>\ntrail my metaphysical hook<br \/>\nin circles, skips and starts,<br \/>\nlike any fisherman his bait.<br \/>\nWe don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t know yet why<br \/>\nsome souls choose<br \/>\nto answer this invitation.<br \/>\nThose re-vivified remember nothing<br \/>\nof the life-between.<\/p>\n<p>Do they guess my purpose?<br \/>\nHunger for a second life,<br \/>\nor selflessly decide to serve?<br \/>\nDo they sense me?<\/p>\n<p>I only know that some souls leap<br \/>\nto my line, eager<br \/>\n\u00e2\u20ac\u201dit\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s these I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ll tug<br \/>\ntoward second corporeality\u00e2\u20ac\u201d<br \/>\nwhile others flee.<\/p>\n<p>Nagini, emerald temptress,<br \/>\nseems to sniff my line<br \/>\nbefore she darts away.<br \/>\nI war with myself,<br \/>\nyearning to catch her,<br \/>\nyet also wishing her to remain free,<br \/>\nroaming the Animasphere at will.<\/p>\n<p>When I began, it was Science<br \/>\nI served, and humanity,<br \/>\ngranting resurrection of a kind<br \/>\nto the comatose.<\/p>\n<p>But I must admit that now<br \/>\nit is the act of fishing I love most,<br \/>\nobserving the dance of souls<br \/>\nwithin the Great Bowl,<br \/>\nwaiting for the tug of the line.<\/p>\n<h6>painting by\u00c2\u00a0Dmytro Ivashchenko, released under Creative Commons<\/h6>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Black\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s what I see first when I peer into the depths, before I catch the silver swimmers, underglints of cyan or amber\u00e2\u20ac\u201d the shadings of each separate soul\u00e2\u20ac\u201d my ethereal jellyfish. Demure Anemone, tendrils of pink blushing crimson, forces a foreign tenderness into my heart. Tempest, pulsating galaxy, encourages in me a dreadful urge to [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[17],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1197","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1197","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=1197"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1197\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1199,"href":"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1197\/revisions\/1199"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1197"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=1197"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=1197"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}