{"id":1825,"date":"2008-12-23T15:15:53","date_gmt":"2008-12-23T23:15:53","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/chriscorrigan.com\/parkinglot\/?p=1825"},"modified":"2011-01-19T17:12:03","modified_gmt":"2011-01-20T01:12:03","slug":"the-poetry-of-ice","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.chriscorrigan.com\/parkinglot\/the-poetry-of-ice\/","title":{"rendered":"The poetry of ice"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>This Christmas might be the first white Christmas for all of Canada since 1971. \u00a0 To celebrate, I&#8217;d like to point you to my friend <a href=\"http:\/\/www.flickr.com\/photos\/48728884@N00\/sets\/72157594405505563\/\">Jeremy Hiebert&#8217;s stunning collection of photos of ice<\/a> from Lake Okanagan. \u00a0 This is not a photo collection, it is a poem of the highest order. \u00a0 Sit still and watch the slideshow fill your eyes with the wonder of this earth.<\/p>\n<p>And to accent it here is a poem from me, using the wonderful <a href=\"http:\/\/www.whoi.edu\/science\/PO\/arcticedge\/arctic_west03\/facts\/facts_ice.html\">language of ice:<\/a><\/p>\n<blockquote>\n<p style=\"margin-bottom: 0cm;\">Crawl to the edge of the fast ice<\/p>\n<p style=\"margin-bottom: 0cm;\">where the ice front holds still<\/p>\n<p style=\"margin-bottom: 0cm;\">as the pancakes form up.<\/p>\n<p style=\"margin-bottom: 0cm;\">\n<p style=\"margin-bottom: 0cm;\">\n<p style=\"margin-bottom: 0cm;\">Not from the breakdown of nilas or ice rind<\/p>\n<p style=\"margin-bottom: 0cm;\">this pancake forms under the swell that tossess<\/p>\n<p style=\"margin-bottom: 0cm;\">slush ice, shuga and grease around in the bay.<\/p>\n<p style=\"margin-bottom: 0cm;\">\n<p style=\"margin-bottom: 0cm;\">\n<p style=\"margin-bottom: 0cm;\">This morning a lump of anchor ice rose<\/p>\n<p style=\"margin-bottom: 0cm;\">honeycombed and rotten and washed ashore<\/p>\n<p style=\"margin-bottom: 0cm;\">stranded on the beach.<\/p>\n<p style=\"margin-bottom: 0cm;\">\n<p style=\"margin-bottom: 0cm;\">\n<p style=\"margin-bottom: 0cm;\">Out in the open sea, ice sky glistens<\/p>\n<p style=\"margin-bottom: 0cm;\">with ice blink where the multiyear floes<\/p>\n<p style=\"margin-bottom: 0cm;\">nip each other, calve and tumble and raft.<\/p>\n<p style=\"margin-bottom: 0cm;\">\n<p style=\"margin-bottom: 0cm;\">\n<p style=\"margin-bottom: 0cm;\">crowding the polynya with brash<\/p>\n<p style=\"margin-bottom: 0cm;\">turning up bummocks<\/p>\n<p style=\"margin-bottom: 0cm;\">on the growlers and bergy bits<\/p>\n<p style=\"margin-bottom: 0cm;\">\n<p style=\"margin-bottom: 0cm;\">\n<p style=\"margin-bottom: 0cm;\">tonight I head inland across the rime<\/p>\n<p style=\"margin-bottom: 0cm;\">home to a warm room<\/p>\n<p style=\"margin-bottom: 0cm;\">and an old book on navigation and hazards<\/p>\n<p style=\"margin-bottom: 0cm;\">\n<p style=\"margin-bottom: 0cm;\">\n<p style=\"margin-bottom: 0cm;\">The leads will open in spring<\/p>\n<p style=\"margin-bottom: 0cm;\">and the water sky returns, dark and hopeful<\/p>\n<p style=\"margin-bottom: 0cm;\">icefeet slowly retreating to the beach.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<p>Winter is here.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>This Christmas might be the first white Christmas for all of Canada since 1971. \u00a0 To celebrate, I&#8217;d like to point you to my friend Jeremy Hiebert&#8217;s stunning collection of photos of ice from Lake Okanagan. \u00a0 This is not a photo collection, it is a poem of the highest order. \u00a0 Sit still and watch the slideshow fill your eyes with the wonder of this earth. And to accent it here is a poem from me, using the wonderful language of ice: Crawl to the edge of the fast ice where the ice front holds still as the pancakes &#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","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":[24,1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1825","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poetry","category-uncategorized"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/piBp1-tr","jetpack-related-posts":[],"jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.chriscorrigan.com\/parkinglot\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1825","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\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.chriscorrigan.com\/parkinglot\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1825"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"https:\/\/www.chriscorrigan.com\/parkinglot\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1825\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3114,"href":"https:\/\/www.chriscorrigan.com\/parkinglot\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1825\/revisions\/3114"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.chriscorrigan.com\/parkinglot\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1825"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.chriscorrigan.com\/parkinglot\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1825"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.chriscorrigan.com\/parkinglot\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1825"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}