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Old 07-07-2021, 09:43 AM   #30144
Uncle Robin
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3/5 for Best American Poetry 2019 - lots of very dense prose poetry, and LOTS of blood. Enough to have this extreme hematophobe skimming large parts of the anthology. It was more overt sanguinary than the WW1 anthology I read earlier in the year.

An interesting end to Lloyd Schwartz' Vermeer's Pearl
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Scholars tell us that these pearls aren’t really pearls—no pearl so large has ever come to light.

No oyster could be big enough.

So the famous pearl is probably just glass painted to look like a pearl.

Pearl of no price.

Yet as you look, the illusion of the pearl—the painted pearl, glistening, radiant, fragile, but made real by the light it radiates—becomes before your eyes a metaphor for the girl wearing it.

Or if not the girl, then Vermeer’s painting of her.
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