{"id":3190,"date":"2023-10-30T14:38:53","date_gmt":"2023-10-30T14:38:53","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/blog.jillpearlman.com\/?p=3190"},"modified":"2023-10-30T14:45:52","modified_gmt":"2023-10-30T14:45:52","slug":"the-annals-of-avoidance","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blog.jillpearlman.com\/?p=3190","title":{"rendered":"The Annals of Avoidance"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p>Days and days and days.&nbsp;&nbsp;In a week.&nbsp;&nbsp;So many ways to distract self.&nbsp;&nbsp;The annals of avoidance would fill a book of the world.&nbsp;&nbsp;What else could lure me to my closet and sort out my sock and tights, search for runs, holes, for among the mess I cannot find a decent pair of 30 den black tights?&nbsp;&nbsp;And what\u2019s with the long reams of sheets on the ironing board?&nbsp;&nbsp;And good God, a user\u2019s manual?&nbsp;&nbsp;Pinning myself to an online help center and following the steps, in order, one two three, to obtain access to a recalcitrant app?&nbsp;&nbsp;To keep the cesspool of news and social media warp at bay. Also, the&nbsp;inarticulateness of grief.&nbsp;&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Then something turns my stubborn head: Emily Dickinson.&nbsp;&nbsp;If it feels as if the top of my head is taken off, it\u2019s poetry, Dickinson said \u2013 she knew.&nbsp;&nbsp;Could she have been more articulate about grief in the poem titled after its first line:&nbsp;<em>After great pain, a formal feelings comes<\/em>&#8212;?  \u201cAfter a trauma, stiffness takes over, and in the poem becomes personified: \u201cThe Nerves sit ceremonious, like Tombs \u2013&#8221;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Woh.&nbsp;&nbsp;With such delicacy, Dickinson hovers around the anesthetized parts after the adrenaline wears off.&nbsp;&nbsp;The stony interior that is aware of the magnitude and overwhelmed by the change. Transparent and beautiful, the poem allows a subtle inner consciousness to be spied on, made alive, moved through.&nbsp;&nbsp;Some things are made delicate, beautiful and meant to run, like nylons; others, like poetry, are delicate, beautiful and are built to last.&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image size-large\"><a href=\"https:\/\/blog.jillpearlman.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/10\/FullSizeRender-preview.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"1024\" height=\"794\" src=\"https:\/\/blog.jillpearlman.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/10\/FullSizeRender-preview-1024x794.jpg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-3192\" srcset=\"https:\/\/blog.jillpearlman.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/10\/FullSizeRender-preview-1024x794.jpg 1024w, https:\/\/blog.jillpearlman.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/10\/FullSizeRender-preview-300x232.jpg 300w, https:\/\/blog.jillpearlman.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/10\/FullSizeRender-preview-768x595.jpg 768w, https:\/\/blog.jillpearlman.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/10\/FullSizeRender-preview-1536x1190.jpg 1536w, https:\/\/blog.jillpearlman.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/10\/FullSizeRender-preview.jpg 1702w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 1024px) 100vw, 1024px\" \/><\/a><\/figure>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Days and days and days.&nbsp;&nbsp;In a week.&nbsp;&nbsp;So many ways to distract self.&nbsp;&nbsp;The annals of avoidance would fill a book of the world.&nbsp;&nbsp;What else could lure me to my closet and sort out my sock and tights, search for runs, holes, &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/blog.jillpearlman.com\/?p=3190\">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":[607,1338,138,1339],"class_list":["post-3190","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized","tag-chaos","tag-middle-east-war","tag-poetry","tag-trauma"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p4D5qU-Ps","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.jillpearlman.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3190","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=3190"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/blog.jillpearlman.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3190\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3193,"href":"https:\/\/blog.jillpearlman.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3190\/revisions\/3193"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.jillpearlman.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=3190"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.jillpearlman.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=3190"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.jillpearlman.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=3190"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}