{"id":1896,"date":"2013-08-25T11:25:25","date_gmt":"2013-08-25T19:25:25","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/kathleenflenniken.com\/blog\/?p=1896"},"modified":"2013-08-25T11:28:04","modified_gmt":"2013-08-25T19:28:04","slug":"beth-bentley","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/kathleenflenniken.com\/blog\/?p=1896","title":{"rendered":"Beth Bentley"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Short Trip Back<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>I wanted to place my foot<br \/>\nonce more on the burning sidewalk,<br \/>\nstalled in a Minnesota August,<br \/>\nthinned, pocked and feverish<br \/>\nwith adolescence, my disease.<br \/>\nI wanted to suffer those years<br \/>\nwhen I pottered around the neighborhood,<br \/>\na homesick explorer held captive<br \/>\nby the natives, worshipped<br \/>\nin outlandish ceremonies, kept celibate,<br \/>\nmy untranslatable messages<br \/>\nsmuggled out from the interior<br \/>\nby birds; held so long I became<br \/>\nlike my captors, simple-minded,<br \/>\nchained to the wheel of food and sleep.<\/p>\n<p>I was so far from my own country<br \/>\nI thought I had made it up:<br \/>\na temperate place<br \/>\nwhere even the speech was liquid,<br \/>\nwhere one\u2019s body was a blessing,<br \/>\nwhere I could put on thought<br \/>\nlike a skin and become whole.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/s_s_bentley.home.comcast.net\/~s_s_bentley\/ssb\/bb.htm\">Beth Bentley<\/a> has taught in the Northwest and elsewhere for over thirty years. Her poetry has been <a href=\"http:\/\/www.unz.org\/Author\/BentleyBeth\">widely published<\/a> in journals and anthologies, including\u00a0<a href=\"http:\/\/www.gettysburgreview.com\/selections\/past_selections\/index.dot?inode=2101106&amp;pageTitle=Northern%20Idylls&amp;crumbTitle=Northern%20Idylls&amp;author=Beth%20Bentley&amp;story=true\"><em>The Gettysburg Review,<\/em>\u00a0<\/a>the\u00a0<em>Atlantic<\/em>, the\u00a0<em>Nation<\/em>, the\u00a0<a href=\"http:\/\/www.newyorker.com\/archive\/1958\/11\/29\/1958_11_29_136_TNY_CARDS_000257438\"><em>New Yorker<\/em>,<\/a> the\u00a0<em>Paris Review, <a href=\"http:\/\/www.poetryfoundation.org\/poetrymagazine\/browse\/102\/1#!\/20589233\">Poetry<\/a><\/em><a href=\"http:\/\/www.poetryfoundation.org\/poetrymagazine\/browse\/102\/1#!\/20589233\">,<\/a> and the\u00a0<em>Sewanee Review<\/em>. Bentley\u2019s poetry collections include\u00a0<a href=\"http:\/\/www.cunebackup.com\/7d\/Product-43-401.aspx\"><em>Little Fires\u00a0<\/em><\/a>(Cune Press, 1998),\u00a0<em>The Purely Visible<\/em>\u00a0(SeaPen Press, 1980),\u00a0<em>Philosophical Investigations<\/em>\u00a0(SeaPen Press, 1977),\u00a0<em>Country of Resemblances<\/em>\u00a0(Ohio University Press, 1976),\u00a0<em>Field of Snow<\/em>\u00a0(Gemini Press, 1973), and\u00a0<em>Phone Calls From the Dead<\/em>\u00a0(Ohio University Press, 1972). She has been living in Seattle since 1952. <em>\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Short Trip Back &nbsp; I wanted to place my foot once more on the burning sidewalk, stalled in a Minnesota August, thinned, pocked and feverish with adolescence, my disease. I wanted to suffer those years when I pottered around the &hellip; <a href=\"http:\/\/kathleenflenniken.com\/blog\/?p=1896\">Continue reading <span class=\"meta-nav\">&rarr;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[505,22,153,8,93,1],"tags":[638,637],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/kathleenflenniken.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1896"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/kathleenflenniken.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/kathleenflenniken.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/kathleenflenniken.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/kathleenflenniken.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=1896"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"http:\/\/kathleenflenniken.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1896\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1899,"href":"http:\/\/kathleenflenniken.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1896\/revisions\/1899"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/kathleenflenniken.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1896"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/kathleenflenniken.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=1896"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/kathleenflenniken.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=1896"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}