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Author Archives: jillbpearlman
What Augurs, August?
I always feel trapped by August, its thick cluster of vowels. Clotted. Lugubrious, made for a lazy tongue. Made for limbs given up to the sun. If it were a kitchen sauce, it would need to be thinned. If there … Continue reading
covid-19, summer-20
—after Inger Christensen Covid exists. Covid-19 exists, summer-20 exists. High noon exists. Heat exists. Water in rivers, in seas, in showers, from fire hydrants exists. Coves exist. Hidden lanes of purple hydrangea exist. Overturned bones of kayaks. Smoothness of stones, … Continue reading
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Tagged alphabet, Covid-19, festivity, Inger Christensen, poetry, Rhode Island, summer
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Of Oysters, the 4th and the Surreality of it all
Prompt: Tie together the Fourth of July, garbage day and a sense of the possibility of renewal. Make it spontaneous, so it doesn’t seem that the images preceded the prompt. Don’t dwell too deeply on recent observations that came … Continue reading
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Tagged Alice Oswald;, America, Fourth of July, Frederick Douglass, interview with water, Oxford
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Flowers and Monsters
“In recent months I have been intent on seizing happiness.” So wrote C.D. Wright, my guiding star right now. If you’re naturally happy, you don’t make declarations to be happy. You throw out an idea, a wild proposition and follow … Continue reading
The Protests: Sprung from Moral Uncertainty
What could be more dispiriting than a biological enemy, an invisible enemy, an enemy that has turned the morality schema upside down? Yesterday’s bad guys — alienation and isolation — are today’s heros of good health. Those heros of … Continue reading
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Tagged Coronavirus, George Floyd, police brutality, protests, RI State House
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Vertigo, How Real You Are
I saw the clarity of my eyesight turn to soft waves. You know the cliche about writers being sensitive flowers, taking into their bodies whatever is “in the air”? How the external world becomes translated in various ways into their nervous systems? … Continue reading
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Tagged Baudelaire, Coronavirus, Covid-19, migraine, post-modern, Vertigo
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Olfactory
Olfactory Flat and metallic, my tongue like disinfected aluminum. The scent conveyed from nose to throat,a sympathetic gag almost. Vapors wave before my eyes.Clorox, ghost of scents past,seemingly obsolete, you’ve come back. You were banned, like death,things we thought we’d conquered.The stink … Continue reading
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Tagged #Clorox, #DontDrinkBleach, Covid-19, distinfectant, epiphany, Proust
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On Missing People
I miss people. As a self-declared introvert, I’m surprised, pleasantly – I miss people badly. The list of what I miss is endless. I miss their clean smells, their dirty smells, their mop of hair, their prickly beards. The irony … Continue reading
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Tagged Covid-19, extrovert, introvert, isolation, lockdown, quarantine, self-isolation
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A Sonnet for Seder during Lockdown
Sonnet for Seder during Lockdown Nothing is new under the sun, not even confinement. The sun is not new, narrow straits not new, the liberation story rolls like time in search of an ending. With Passover we should be done but we keep … Continue reading
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Tagged Coronavirus, Covid-19, Passover, Poem for Seder, Seder
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