{"id":2887,"date":"2022-09-04T19:26:35","date_gmt":"2022-09-04T19:26:35","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/blog.jillpearlman.com\/?p=2887"},"modified":"2022-09-04T19:30:19","modified_gmt":"2022-09-04T19:30:19","slug":"saving-joy","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blog.jillpearlman.com\/?p=2887","title":{"rendered":"Saving Joy"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image size-large is-resized\"><a href=\"https:\/\/blog.jillpearlman.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/09\/IMG_6992-1-rotated.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/blog.jillpearlman.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/09\/IMG_6992-1-768x1024.jpg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-2888\" width=\"422\" height=\"562\" srcset=\"https:\/\/blog.jillpearlman.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/09\/IMG_6992-1-768x1024.jpg 768w, https:\/\/blog.jillpearlman.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/09\/IMG_6992-1-225x300.jpg 225w, https:\/\/blog.jillpearlman.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/09\/IMG_6992-1-1152x1536.jpg 1152w, https:\/\/blog.jillpearlman.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/09\/IMG_6992-1-rotated.jpg 1512w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 422px) 100vw, 422px\" \/><\/a><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<p>Summer can be poetry without the words.&nbsp; A sweet peach cuts through time and puts you right in the everlasting camp of the gods.&nbsp; A tomato is a love apple, pomme d\u2019amour.&nbsp; The spume of the sea drenches with spent force and effervescence.&nbsp; This is real, just as drought is real and dog days are real that swelter through any and all summer months.&nbsp; &nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&nbsp;I always want to keep my finger on the pulse of this life force in reality, this apprehension of elemental life. &nbsp;Along comes so-called \u201creal life\u201d with its go-go energy, rage of politics and urgency of injustice.&nbsp; Poetic receptivity feels quavery in the shadow of this, so I reframe the question: What should poetic attention be attentive to?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I ask a poet what to do. \u201cso little joy \u2014 sister of the gods\u2014 in our poems Ryszard,\u201d Zbigniew Herbert writes in &#8220;To Ryszard Krynicki \u2014 A Letter.\u201d&nbsp; \u201ctoo few glimmering twilights mirrors wreaths ecstasies.\u201d&nbsp; Both poets lived through World War II and Communist takeover of Poland.&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>A line earlier in the poem says: \u201cwe came too easily to believe beauty does not save.\u201d&nbsp; The poet later asks: \u201cwhat forces of the spirit do we need\/ blindly beating despair against despair\/to ignite a spark a word of atonement\/that the dancing circle might last on the soft grass\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>He calls it a riddle and so do I.\u00a0 Though beauty is wide and inclusive.\u00a0 Reality is inclusive.\u00a0 Imagination is not the fairy tale version, but an existential feature of survival.\u00a0<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Summer can be poetry without the words.&nbsp; A sweet peach cuts through time and puts you right in the everlasting camp of the gods.&nbsp; A tomato is a love apple, pomme d\u2019amour.&nbsp; The spume of the sea drenches with spent &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/blog.jillpearlman.com\/?p=2887\">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":[],"class_list":["post-2887","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p4D5qU-Kz","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.jillpearlman.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2887","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=2887"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/blog.jillpearlman.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2887\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2891,"href":"https:\/\/blog.jillpearlman.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2887\/revisions\/2891"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.jillpearlman.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=2887"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.jillpearlman.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=2887"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.jillpearlman.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=2887"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}