Today we revisit work by 2018 The Laurence Goldstein Prize winner Jasmine V. Bailey. Bailey’s poem “This is Not a Poem About Leah, Let Alone Zilpah and Bilhah,” appeared in the Summer 2018 issue of MQR and was selected by Raymond McDaniel. It’s impossible to disregard the authority
MQR’s Online Series, “Celebrating Writers in Our Community,” is inspired by our upcoming special-themed issue, “Why We Write.” The series of interviews is a celebration of the diversity of Southeast Michigan writers, their talents, their motivations for writing, and their significance to our community. Kelly
Yet I’ve read all seven volumes, all 4,215 pages, all 1,267,069 words of In Search of Lost Time, and although I now readily acknowledge it as one of my favorite works of art, I’m still hard-pressed to explain why.
“What I am trying to say is that place can be simulated, but the simulation has limits. My Dad was born in Detroit, and he was—and remains—a fan of the Detroit Lions.
The Detroit Lions are perhaps the worst team in NFL history—the first team to have a winless season.”
No one can fully understand the dissolution of marriage outside of the couple. The little ways that couples cut and cut and cut at each other are too individualized. Yet this song was such a deep embodiment of my feelings about my marriage at the time.
This was the first of several instances like this, where joyful moments were interrupted with outages that seemed to mock you for your leisure, forcing you to stop whatever you were doing until some basic modicum of service had been restored.