{"id":388,"date":"2006-03-07T01:03:00","date_gmt":"2006-03-07T09:03:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/rifftides\/wp\/?p=388"},"modified":"2006-03-07T01:03:00","modified_gmt":"2006-03-07T09:03:00","slug":"38_more_reasons_to_miss_ciardi","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/rifftides\/2006\/03\/38_more_reasons_to_miss_ciardi\/","title":{"rendered":"38 More Reasons To Miss Ciardi"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>He published 38 books, 12 of them for children, one a translation of Dante. He was a fine poet.<\/p>\n<blockquote><p><em>Measurements<\/em><br \/>\nI&#8217;ve zeroed an altimeter on the floor<br \/>\nthen raised it to a table and read <em>three feet<\/em>.<br \/>\nNothing but music knows what air is<br \/>\nmore precisely than this. I read on its face<br \/>\n<em>Sensitive Altimeter<\/em> and believe it.<br \/>\nOnce on a clear day over Arkansas<br \/>\nI watched the ridges on the radar screen,<br \/>\nthen looked down from the blister and hung like prayer:<br \/>\nthe instrument was perfect: ridge by ridge<br \/>\nthe electric land was true as the land it took from.<br \/>\nThese, I am persuaded, are instances<br \/>\nround as the eye to see with,<br \/>\nperfections of one place in the visited world<br \/>\nand omens to the godly<br \/>\nteaching an increase of possibility.<br \/>\nI imagine that when a civilization<br \/>\nequal to its instruments is born<br \/>\nwe may prepare to build such cities as music<br \/>\narrives to on the air, lands where we are<br \/>\nthe instruments of April in the seed.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>From <em><a href=\"http:\/\/www.amazon.com\/exec\/obidos\/redirect?link_code=ur2&#038;tag=rifftidougram-20&#038;camp=1789&#038;creative=9325&#038;path=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.amazon.com%2Fgp%2Fproduct%2F0938626302%2Fqid%3D1141713460%2Fsr%3D1-46%2Fref%3Dsr_1_46%3Fs%3Dbooks%26v%3Dglance%26n%3D283155\"target=\"_blank\">John Ciardi: Selected Poems<\/a><\/em>   &#8220;\u00a91984<br \/>\nCiardi died in 1986 at the age of seventy. Damnit.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>He published 38 books, 12 of them for children, one a translation of Dante. He was a fine poet. Measurements I&#8217;ve zeroed an altimeter on the floor then raised it to a table and read three feet. Nothing but music knows what air is more precisely than this. I read on its face Sensitive Altimeter [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_genesis_hide_title":false,"_genesis_hide_breadcrumbs":false,"_genesis_hide_singular_image":false,"_genesis_hide_footer_widgets":false,"_genesis_custom_body_class":"","_genesis_custom_post_class":"","_genesis_layout":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[4],"tags":[],"class_list":{"0":"post-388","1":"post","2":"type-post","3":"status-publish","4":"format-standard","6":"category-main","7":"entry"},"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/rifftides\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/388","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/rifftides\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/rifftides\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/rifftides\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/rifftides\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=388"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/rifftides\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/388\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/rifftides\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=388"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/rifftides\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=388"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/rifftides\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=388"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}