I think often about that Jonathan Safran Foer quote: Sometimes I can hear my bones straining under the weight of all the lives I’m not living. I, like most of my friends and loved ones, have a lot of projects and lives I want to pursue, but limited time in a day, and a need for a stable income to…
Author Archive for alirachelpearl
Ali Rachel Pearl is currently a PhD candidate in the Department of English at the University of Southern California where she writes and teaches about Los Angeles, the desert, archival practices, race, intersectionality, and digital media. Her prose, book reviews, photos, digital experiments, and other works appear in Hyperrhiz, Hobart, Redivider, DIAGRAM, The New York Times, Pilot Light, and elsewhere. Most of the year she lives and teaches in Los Angeles where she also pursues her obsessions with street art, amateur photography, music, psychogeography, modern & contemporary art, performance, the desert, the desert, the desert, and repetition.
A Decade of September 12ths
A friend of mine made fun of me recently for making everything into an anniversary. I don’t think this is my fault. Facebook is always reminding me, On This Day. Instagram has created so many hashtag holidays I swear it is always National Something I Love Day {Dog, Donuts, Ice Cream, Best Friends, Siblings, &c &c &c}. I live in…
Lately I’ve Been Listening to the Oceans
Lately I’ve been listening to the Oceans: Frank, Vuong, Pacific Lately I’ve been writing from all angles. It’s a word I can’t spell anymore without writing angels first, then deleting it. I used to write the name of this city as Los Angles until I started to hear it in Spanish in my head and never mistook a godly creature…
Los Angeiversary: A Love Letter
Four years ago today, I left my hotel in Overton, Nevada and drove south on I-15 toward LA. By the time I hit the California state line, I was seriously close to running out of gas. On a wing and a prayer I made it to the gas station in Cima. I know this route on I-15 now like the…
The End of Being 27
This week I turn 28 years old, but I’m not quite ready to let go of 27 yet. 27 has always been my favorite number, and I had a feeling for a long time that my 27th year would be an important one. Indeed, that has turned out to be true in ways I could never have imagined. I turned…
/You wanna light it now, the candle from both ends/
This song came on while I was eating by myself at a restaurant up the street from my house earlier today. I was reading Claudia Rankine’s Don’t Let Me Be Lonely and it struck me that I have the opposite sentiment in my heart right now. I miss being lonely. I am having an instinct to narrativize here that I…
The Beginning is Near
It’s been awhile. I think this is because I was sad for a few months. It is much harder for me to write when I am sad. I’m not even entirely sure what I’ve been doing with my time. Where it’s gone. What hole it slipped into and never came out of. A friend of mine often makes jokes about…
March Sadness
I was watching The Walking Dead this evening, and at the end of a particularly heart wrenching scene there was this sad, haunting song. I looked it up and it’s Nicole Dollanganger’s “Chapel.” I’ve never heard of this person or this song, but as I started tearing up, I began to think more extensively about music and sadness. I met…
Self-Portrait as Library (Redux)
I was in Skylight Books today, which is often a place I visit when I’m particularly restless or needing to fulfill an urge I can usually only satiate with something destructive like alcohol, and I couldn’t for the life of me remember the name of the book I was looking for. I’d actually gone there to buy Adrienne Rich’s Diving Into…
The End of the Beginning of the Year
I think what I’m trying to do is get away with something. Or a lot of somethings. One of those things I’m trying to get away with is writing a book that is not so long and not so focused, but that meanders through the desert, or through the many deserts I’ve inhabited. All the words I use right now…