{"id":1919,"date":"2012-11-20T14:26:43","date_gmt":"2012-11-20T19:26:43","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/stlydias.org\/blog\/?p=1919"},"modified":"2012-11-20T14:26:43","modified_gmt":"2012-11-20T19:26:43","slug":"the-story-around-the-corner","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/stlydiasliturgy.org\/blog\/2012\/11\/the-story-around-the-corner\/","title":{"rendered":"The Story, Around the Corner"},"content":{"rendered":"<div id=\"poem-top\">\n<p>by Naomi Shihab Nye<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div id=\"poem\">\n<div>\n<p>is not turning the way you thought<\/p>\n<div>it would turn, gently, in a little spiral loop,<\/div>\n<div>the way a child draws the tail of a pig.<\/div>\n<div>What came out of your mouth,<\/div>\n<div>a riff of common talk.<\/div>\n<div>As a sudden weather shift on a beach,<\/div>\n<div>sky looming mountains of cloud<\/div>\n<div>in a way you cannot predict<\/div>\n<div>or guide, the story shuffles elements, darkens,<\/div>\n<div>takes its own side. And it is strange.<\/div>\n<div>Far more complicated than a few phrases<\/div>\n<div>pieced together around a kitchen table<\/div>\n<div>on a July morning in Dallas, say,<\/div>\n<div>a city you don\u2019t live in, where people<\/div>\n<div>might shop forever or throw a thousand stories<\/div>\n<div>away. You who carried or told a tiny bit of it<\/div>\n<div>aren\u2019t sure. Is this what we wanted?<\/div>\n<div>Stories wandering out,<\/div>\n<div>having their own free lives?<\/div>\n<div>Maybe they are planning something bad.<\/div>\n<div>A scrap or cell of talk you barely remember<\/div>\n<div>is growing into a weird body with many demands.<\/div>\n<div>One day soon it will stumble up the walk and knock,<\/div>\n<div>knock hard, and you will have to answer the door.<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>by Naomi Shihab Nye is not turning the way you thought it would turn, gently, in a little spiral loop, the way a child draws the tail of a pig. What came out of your mouth, a riff of common talk. As a sudden weather shift on a beach, sky looming mountains of cloud in [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[9],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/stlydiasliturgy.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1919"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/stlydiasliturgy.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/stlydiasliturgy.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stlydiasliturgy.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stlydiasliturgy.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1919"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/stlydiasliturgy.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1919\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1920,"href":"https:\/\/stlydiasliturgy.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1919\/revisions\/1920"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/stlydiasliturgy.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1919"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stlydiasliturgy.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1919"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stlydiasliturgy.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1919"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}