Jill Pearlman
@jillpearlman.bsky.social
Poet, fellow traveler. Chaos & Beauty. C.D. Wright, Alice Oswald. Chaps: Diaspora of Things (FLP, upcoming) Capital G (Ravenna Press). "Studying the beautiful is a duel where the artist cries out in fright before suffering defeat." Baudelaire
A young artist, Julia Lion, sat at the back of my reading at Lange Studio for “Diaspora of Things,” jotting down her favorite phrases. She sketched me on her IPad. I love the image she created! It is so much fun!
October 23, 2025 at 10:28 PM
A young artist, Julia Lion, sat at the back of my reading at Lange Studio for “Diaspora of Things,” jotting down her favorite phrases. She sketched me on her IPad. I love the image she created! It is so much fun!
The totality of David Byrne’s art piece- ie his massively conceived conceptual concert — is inspiring in its daring and overstuffedness. No minimalism here. One of the reasons I loved it. Like he’s back at #RISD, having rolled up a lifetime of curiosity & sensory experience. #DavidByrne #concert
October 6, 2025 at 10:30 PM
The totality of David Byrne’s art piece- ie his massively conceived conceptual concert — is inspiring in its daring and overstuffedness. No minimalism here. One of the reasons I loved it. Like he’s back at #RISD, having rolled up a lifetime of curiosity & sensory experience. #DavidByrne #concert
Yehuda Amichai from Open Closed Open. So felicitously said! The point is as universal as it gets— we have to fiercely guard hope. And particular for Yom Kippur — be strong and strengthen your heart. Life isn’t for the weak hearted.
October 1, 2025 at 5:35 PM
Yehuda Amichai from Open Closed Open. So felicitously said! The point is as universal as it gets— we have to fiercely guard hope. And particular for Yom Kippur — be strong and strengthen your heart. Life isn’t for the weak hearted.
A taste of my chapbook, “Diaspora of Things.” Every poem could be accompanied by a sad monkey, though this one is particularly apt. Launch: 9/27, 6pm, Riffraff, 60 Valley St, Providence, RI.
September 25, 2025 at 9:59 PM
A taste of my chapbook, “Diaspora of Things.” Every poem could be accompanied by a sad monkey, though this one is particularly apt. Launch: 9/27, 6pm, Riffraff, 60 Valley St, Providence, RI.
When I read, may I be relaxed as Geoff Dyer and keep one hand in my pocket in case i need a sneezing instrument. (Or an instrument of magic.) Riffraff, Providence, RI #homework #books @literaryhub.bsky.social
June 23, 2025 at 12:20 AM
When I read, may I be relaxed as Geoff Dyer and keep one hand in my pocket in case i need a sneezing instrument. (Or an instrument of magic.) Riffraff, Providence, RI #homework #books @literaryhub.bsky.social
Could there be a more perfect Solstice poem for right now? Threadsuns by Paul Celan, tr. Michael Hamburger
June 22, 2025 at 12:59 AM
Could there be a more perfect Solstice poem for right now? Threadsuns by Paul Celan, tr. Michael Hamburger
As much as I love “Resistance,” language gets tired and has to be renewed. How about one of these for a new slogan? #nokingsday #nokingsprotest
June 14, 2025 at 7:22 PM
As much as I love “Resistance,” language gets tired and has to be renewed. How about one of these for a new slogan? #nokingsday #nokingsprotest
They don’t call Providence, RI “The Creative Capital” for nothing! Carry on, my good man, carry on!
June 14, 2025 at 7:20 PM
They don’t call Providence, RI “The Creative Capital” for nothing! Carry on, my good man, carry on!
Resting on my laurels!
May 23, 2025 at 10:02 PM
Resting on my laurels!
I find these images from Yael Bartana’s video haunting and moving. She repurposed purged and lost art of Otto Dix, considered #DegenerateArt by the Nazis, for her video of mechanized #endlesswars. The march of the mutilated is particularly to the point.
May 23, 2025 at 9:48 PM
I find these images from Yael Bartana’s video haunting and moving. She repurposed purged and lost art of Otto Dix, considered #DegenerateArt by the Nazis, for her video of mechanized #endlesswars. The march of the mutilated is particularly to the point.
Grief splits me: a multiheaded creature/casting in all directions for answers.
I rage and cannot understand:
Though enough to know my reach is futile./
She is beyond. It will pass; all things do.
After a meditation, I settle into a small cave of acceptance; rain pings, I sit on a warm radiator
I rage and cannot understand:
Though enough to know my reach is futile./
She is beyond. It will pass; all things do.
After a meditation, I settle into a small cave of acceptance; rain pings, I sit on a warm radiator
February 14, 2025 at 7:15 PM
Grief splits me: a multiheaded creature/casting in all directions for answers.
I rage and cannot understand:
Though enough to know my reach is futile./
She is beyond. It will pass; all things do.
After a meditation, I settle into a small cave of acceptance; rain pings, I sit on a warm radiator
I rage and cannot understand:
Though enough to know my reach is futile./
She is beyond. It will pass; all things do.
After a meditation, I settle into a small cave of acceptance; rain pings, I sit on a warm radiator
The imprint of men’s boots is on our/throats. We, fresh drifts of snow, object./ Soon we are stippled, mixed with brown/cake and gravel; already always interacting./ It’s the boot we abhor. Unthroat us, you brutes./You are soulless ghouls, coruscating.
February 6, 2025 at 9:35 PM
The imprint of men’s boots is on our/throats. We, fresh drifts of snow, object./ Soon we are stippled, mixed with brown/cake and gravel; already always interacting./ It’s the boot we abhor. Unthroat us, you brutes./You are soulless ghouls, coruscating.
Charles Simic opened his 1999 collection “Jackstraws” with these words from fellow Mitteleuropa poet Zagajewski. Perfect! (Yet much harder to write the great poem!)
February 4, 2025 at 7:46 PM
Charles Simic opened his 1999 collection “Jackstraws” with these words from fellow Mitteleuropa poet Zagajewski. Perfect! (Yet much harder to write the great poem!)
Just thinking aloud…
January 20, 2025 at 10:54 PM
Just thinking aloud…