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Bill Pearse publishes memoir, travel journals, poetry and prose, and lives in the Pacific Northwest.

• Discreet Music | January 14 (Portland, OR)

  By Bill Pearse on January 17, 2018 • ( 13 )

  

  The funny thing about ambient music is, I can play it over and over again, and never really notice if it’s the same song. And then, there are times I’ll recognize the artist and feel sophisticated, like when I’m seeing… Read More ›

• Discreet Music | January 16, 2018

  By Bill Pearse on January 16, 2018 • ( 15 )

  I made marrow soup for the first time (or released the marrow I guess, into a soup). And I took a hot bath and imagined myself settling into it the same as the chicken carcass, reduced. I flickered in and… Read More ›

• Discreet Music | January 11, 2018

  By Bill Pearse on January 12, 2018 • ( 17 )

  “Discreet Music” is the name of a Brian Eno album from 1975 and also a new blog series I’m running through January, prompted by a journal-writing theme I started in Germany over the holidays. It’s inspired by the David Sedaris… Read More ›

• Last reflection before bed

  By Bill Pearse on January 11, 2018 • ( 6 )

  The essence of the day was lost to the holes and spaces where memory goes, the leaks and gaps that take what you don’t see. And sad to think, a whole life can pass by like that, unseen. Photo from… Read More ›

• Song for company reorganizations in F sharp

  By Bill Pearse on January 10, 2018 • ( 6 )

  Now there’s a different feel to the company for those who have been there long enough and know what to expect: It’s half-way through the fiscal cycle so they know how they’ve done the first half and can predict the… Read More ›

• A piece of Richard Brautigan (for Loren)

  By Bill Pearse on January 9, 2018 • ( 8 )

  

  The cat’s eyes have gone cloudy, or maybe it’s just my imagination. She spends most nights in the garage, which would explain the need for a thicker coat. And in the morning she pulls a pipe cleaner out of the… Read More ›

• Dark morning walk

  By Bill Pearse on January 9, 2018 • ( 2 )

  

  Now the dark you thought would abate just hangs on (or lightens, depending on your point of view) still it’s hard to change from what window you see the world, that view.

• Discreet Music | January 8, 2018

  By Bill Pearse on January 8, 2018 • ( 7 )

  

  Came home from work and washed my hands, poured the last of the white wine. The January bugs are back, gray and plain, looking in at me sideways. A flock of birds like playing cards shuffled, then rearranged. There must… Read More ›

• Discreet Music | January 7, 2018

  By Bill Pearse on January 7, 2018 • ( 23 )

  

  The dog’s hind leg shifts like a coal in the wood stove, stirs, then settles in. It’s Sunday and I vowed to cook, read, build a fire and that’s it. Spent half of it online reading consumer reviews of cars… Read More ›

• Discreet Music | January 5, 2018

  By Bill Pearse on January 5, 2018 • ( 20 )

  

  It’s been a busy week, which is strange for the first week of the year. But I’m ending a project we started in September, with about a dozen CEO’s from companies around the world meeting over a few days. C-level… Read More ›