{"id":2658,"date":"2021-11-28T20:57:19","date_gmt":"2021-11-28T20:57:19","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/blog.jillpearlman.com\/?p=2658"},"modified":"2021-11-29T23:44:11","modified_gmt":"2021-11-29T23:44:11","slug":"baudelaire-walks-pandemic-paris","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blog.jillpearlman.com\/?p=2658","title":{"rendered":"Baudelaire Walks Pandemic Paris"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<div class=\"wp-block-jetpack-tiled-gallery aligncenter is-style-rectangular\"><div class=\"tiled-gallery__gallery\"><div class=\"tiled-gallery__row\"><div class=\"tiled-gallery__col\" style=\"flex-basis:34.94528%\"><figure class=\"tiled-gallery__item\"><img decoding=\"async\" srcset=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/jillpearlman.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/11\/IMG_4670-scaled.jpg?strip=info&#038;w=600&#038;ssl=1 600w,https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/jillpearlman.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/11\/IMG_4670-scaled.jpg?strip=info&#038;w=900&#038;ssl=1 900w,https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/jillpearlman.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/11\/IMG_4670-scaled.jpg?strip=info&#038;w=1200&#038;ssl=1 1200w,https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/jillpearlman.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/11\/IMG_4670-scaled.jpg?strip=info&#038;w=1500&#038;ssl=1 1500w,https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/jillpearlman.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/11\/IMG_4670-scaled.jpg?strip=info&#038;w=1800&#038;ssl=1 1800w,https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/jillpearlman.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/11\/IMG_4670-scaled.jpg?strip=info&#038;w=1920&#038;ssl=1 1920w\" alt=\"\" data-height=\"2560\" data-id=\"2659\" data-link=\"https:\/\/blog.jillpearlman.com\/?attachment_id=2659\" data-url=\"https:\/\/blog.jillpearlman.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/11\/IMG_4670-scaled.jpg\" data-width=\"1920\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/jillpearlman.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/11\/IMG_4670-scaled.jpg?ssl=1\" data-amp-layout=\"responsive\"\/><\/figure><\/div><div class=\"tiled-gallery__col\" style=\"flex-basis:65.05472%\"><figure class=\"tiled-gallery__item\"><img decoding=\"async\" srcset=\"https:\/\/i1.wp.com\/jillpearlman.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/11\/IMG_4671-2-1024x732.jpg?strip=info&#038;w=600&#038;ssl=1 600w,https:\/\/i1.wp.com\/jillpearlman.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/11\/IMG_4671-2-1024x732.jpg?strip=info&#038;w=900&#038;ssl=1 900w,https:\/\/i1.wp.com\/jillpearlman.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/11\/IMG_4671-2-1024x732.jpg?strip=info&#038;w=1200&#038;ssl=1 1200w,https:\/\/i1.wp.com\/jillpearlman.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/11\/IMG_4671-2-1024x732.jpg?strip=info&#038;w=1500&#038;ssl=1 1500w,https:\/\/i1.wp.com\/jillpearlman.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/11\/IMG_4671-2-1024x732.jpg?strip=info&#038;w=1800&#038;ssl=1 1800w,https:\/\/i1.wp.com\/jillpearlman.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/11\/IMG_4671-2-1024x732.jpg?strip=info&#038;w=2000&#038;ssl=1 2000w\" alt=\"\" data-height=\"1593\" data-id=\"2665\" data-link=\"https:\/\/blog.jillpearlman.com\/?attachment_id=2665\" data-url=\"https:\/\/blog.jillpearlman.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/11\/IMG_4671-2-1024x732.jpg\" data-width=\"2229\" src=\"https:\/\/i1.wp.com\/jillpearlman.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/11\/IMG_4671-2-1024x732.jpg?ssl=1\" data-amp-layout=\"responsive\"\/><\/figure><\/div><\/div><\/div><\/div>\n\n\n\n<p>Walking through Paris in the (imagined) aftermath of a pandemic, I had the uncanny feelings of d\u00e9j\u00e0 vu, that things had disappeared and been replaced, leaving behind a residue of scented melancholy.&nbsp; The gap between then and now ignited a play of imagination, of desire.&nbsp; I had the sense that a great poet had walked this terrain before\u2026.voil\u00e0 Baudelaire!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Baudelaire, delicate but so durably modern, was a visionary of things shadowy, emotionally complex and fugitive, errant. &nbsp;He was a vagabond in the city he inhabited, an internal exile as he moved roughly every two years due to poor finances.  An exhibition, &#8220;Baudelaire, la Modernit\u00e9 M\u00e9lancolique&#8221; at Biblioth\u00e8que Nationale lists some 20 of his addresses all over the city.&nbsp; More trenchant, he retained memory of Paris as it was cut asunder by Baron Haussmann and remade for a new world.&nbsp; The poet was brilliant at giving presence to things absent.&nbsp; He created images that were less precise rendering than color of a memory.&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Baudelaire sang.&nbsp; One of the youthful letters in the show, he complained to his mother when she erased his primacy in favor of her new husband.&nbsp; The calligraphy of &#8220;\u00e0 moi, \u00e0 moi&#8221; \u2014 <em>what about me!<\/em> \u2014 soars with doubled underlining and accents graves that fly like the crescendo of musical notations. &nbsp;The emotion is real, the emotion is all. &nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Walking through Paris in the (imagined) aftermath of a pandemic, I had the uncanny feelings of d\u00e9j\u00e0 vu, that things had disappeared and been replaced, leaving behind a residue of scented melancholy.&nbsp; The gap between then and now ignited a &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/blog.jillpearlman.com\/?p=2658\">Continue reading <span class=\"meta-nav\">&rarr;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[117,1180,131],"class_list":["post-2658","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized","tag-baudelaire","tag-bn","tag-paris"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p4D5qU-GS","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.jillpearlman.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2658","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.jillpearlman.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.jillpearlman.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.jillpearlman.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.jillpearlman.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=2658"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"https:\/\/blog.jillpearlman.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2658\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2666,"href":"https:\/\/blog.jillpearlman.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2658\/revisions\/2666"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.jillpearlman.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=2658"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.jillpearlman.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=2658"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.jillpearlman.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=2658"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}