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Author Archives: jillbpearlman
What Augurs, Biden?
A smart observer once said about our new president: “If you ask me who the luckiest person I know, it’s Joe Biden. If you ask me who the unluckiest person I know, it’s Joe Biden.” As a lover of paradox, … Continue reading
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Tagged "The Life, And What Matters Now., Biden, Evan Osnos, Inauguration, Lucky/unlucky, Ted Kaufman, The Run
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Stuck in the Stalls of History
In Roberto Bolaño’s Savage Detectives, his sprawling novel of poets, revolutionaries and Pinochet, I remember most vividly the scene of a poet trapped in a stall of the bathroom as riot police entered her university. Where else would she … Continue reading
2020: Opera Extraordinaire
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Tagged 2020, Covid-19, making sense of, opera, summary, topic sentence, year-end
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Solstice, burning bright
Solstice, winter, covid: we are close to the dark. Those winter days that swing between flat gray and blindingly bright gray work a subtle palette. During insomniac nights — at 3am, at 4am — I am close to the … Continue reading
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Tagged Christmas, Covid-19, holidays of light, let there be light, light, rituals, Winter solstice
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Playing with Woe
The protestations — the kicking and screaming —where did we think horsehairs came fromhow do you get chicken soupif not from a chicken what did we really think of this reality thing at night, unguarded in our heart of heartsat the poker game, hurtling … Continue reading
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Tagged 2020, Albert Murray, Lucille Clifton, Robin Coste Lewis, Stomping the Blues
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thanksgiving in blue, quince and gray
It’s raining, a dreary gray-drenched drizzly rain. But rain blurs, takes the detail from things. What is data in rain? What is insistent, goal-driven argument? What is rain plus holiday? A chance to lay down my arms. Rest in a … Continue reading
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Release
I wanted a cheap fix, a release, an anythingbut the present thing, a veering from catastrophe and know as the wind blowsthere is no quick fix but jeez, how little is granted, how stingy reality, how it seeps its goodness, what … Continue reading
TO THE OTHER SIDE!
Praise the stepping stones! Simple, each notched and shaped with its own smooth surface. Laid for one purpose — to help us get to the other side. To balance delicately over the raging chaos. Monsters bark; still, praise the plank, … Continue reading
THEY
THEY Kafka saw it, part tragedy, part comic. They pulled us off our axisput us in immobilis, the gnawing cellof isolation, of terror who is there, with a hand to catch — to touch us — Time slows down stands still the top … Continue reading
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Tagged Beauty, Beauty is not a luxury, elections, Kafka, Poems of resistance, poetry, Resistance, Saidiya Hartman
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October Blues (and other shades)
October’s precision. Everything under the sun is sharp, preening with the ethic of freshly waxed cars, buffed and shined. It is as nails made brilliant, as hard bright vernis. Brushed wire. It is shadow or it is not. It is … Continue reading