{"id":173,"date":"2003-04-23T20:31:06","date_gmt":"2003-04-24T04:31:06","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/chriscorrigan.com\/blogs\/?p=173"},"modified":"2003-04-23T20:31:06","modified_gmt":"2003-04-24T04:31:06","slug":"93154776","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.chriscorrigan.com\/parkinglot\/93154776\/","title":{"rendered":"93154776"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><A HREF=\"http:\/\/www.english.uiuc.edu\/maps\/poets\/m_r\/ridge\/ridge.htm\">Lola Ridge<\/A> (1873-1941) was an Irish born American poet who wrote about the immigrant communities in early 20th century America.  She wrote both as an outsider (writing about other ethnicities) and as one who shared the experience of being displaced and shifted.  This poem is from <a href=\"http:\/\/www.marxists.org\/subject\/women\/poetry\/ghetto.htm\"><i>The Ghetto and Other Poems<\/i><\/a>, published around 1920.<\/p>\n<blockquote><p>THE FIDDLER<\/p>\n<p>In a little Hungarian cafe<br \/>\nMen and women are drinking<br \/>\nYellow wine in tall goblets.<\/p>\n<p>Through the milky haze of the smoke,<br \/>\nThe fiddler, under-sized, blond,<br \/>\nLeans to his violin<br \/>\nAs to the breast of a woman.<br \/>\nRed hair kindles to fire<br \/>\nOn the black of his coat-sleeve,<br \/>\nWhere his white thin hand<br \/>\nTrembles and dives,<br \/>\nLike a sliver of moonlight,<br \/>\nWhen wind has broken the water.<\/p>\n<p>&#8212; <A HREF=\"http:\/\/www.marxists.org\/subject\/women\/poetry\/ghetto.htm\">Lola Ridge<\/A><\/BLOCKQUOTE><\/p>\n<p>Amazing.  She describes a medicine wheel, a holistic rendering in a tiny picture of passion.  Yellow wine, red hair, black sleeve, white hand.  Men and women drinking together.  This fiddler working for all his worth, scraping out gypsy music, melodies and rhythms that tremble and dive like his hand, like the surface of a lake at night, the unity of human creation and nature, both emerging out of motion, the bow across the strings, the wind on the water.<\/p>\n<p>Beauty arises out of subtle motion, scattering notes and light everywhere.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Lola Ridge (1873-1941) was an Irish born American poet who wrote about the immigrant communities in early 20th century America. She wrote both as an outsider (writing about other ethnicities) and as one who shared the experience of being displaced and shifted. This poem is from The Ghetto and Other Poems, published around 1920. THE FIDDLER In a little Hungarian cafe Men and women are drinking Yellow wine in tall goblets. Through the milky haze of the smoke, The fiddler, under-sized, blond, Leans to his violin As to the breast of a woman. Red hair kindles to fire On the &#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":false,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2},"_wpas_customize_per_network":false},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-173","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/siBp1-93154776","jetpack-related-posts":[],"jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.chriscorrigan.com\/parkinglot\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/173","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.chriscorrigan.com\/parkinglot\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.chriscorrigan.com\/parkinglot\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.chriscorrigan.com\/parkinglot\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.chriscorrigan.com\/parkinglot\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=173"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.chriscorrigan.com\/parkinglot\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/173\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.chriscorrigan.com\/parkinglot\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=173"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.chriscorrigan.com\/parkinglot\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=173"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.chriscorrigan.com\/parkinglot\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=173"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}