Poetry. "In Pearson's AFTER HOURS' four-set suite, you will find ontological parlays with the negative, sublunary encounters with what it is to be alone with words' 'implausible music' in the hours of blur between night and day, Adorno-like reflections on damaged life in the era of early adoption as it bleeds into the Now of digital nativity, and post-Baudelairian illuminations that cast an unsparing criticality on the event and particulars of global capitalism. These poems' phraseology of dissonant precision and ...
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Poetry. "In Pearson's AFTER HOURS' four-set suite, you will find ontological parlays with the negative, sublunary encounters with what it is to be alone with words' 'implausible music' in the hours of blur between night and day, Adorno-like reflections on damaged life in the era of early adoption as it bleeds into the Now of digital nativity, and post-Baudelairian illuminations that cast an unsparing criticality on the event and particulars of global capitalism. These poems' phraseology of dissonant precision and incontrovertible risk foment a noir narrative comprised of improvised notes that transpire in the after hours 'when we play for ourselves.' It is here that all contractual provisions for cooperating with the house's monied idea of what is right for its ambience or customers are dropped. This music as poetry in prose--of deepest darkest wit, mortal pain, and generally disagreeable topics i.e. those that require sustained acknowledgement, the sublime rejection of denial, and terrifying (self) reflection--becomes a most gritty and desired gift for whomever truly seeks to note or hear what's on the other side of the deal."--Carla Harryman
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