�Whatever the subject, rich music follows the tap of Molly Peacock�s baton.��Washington Post When a psychoanalyst became a painter after surviving a stroke, her longtime patient, distinguished and beloved poet Molly Peacock, took up a unique task. The Analyst is a new, visceral, twenty-first century �in memoriam� of ambiguous loss in which Peacock brilliantly tells the story of a decades-long patient-therapist relationship that now reverses and continues to evolve. Peacock invigorates the notion of poetry as word-painting: A tapestry of images, from a red enameled steamer on a black stove to Tibetan monks funneling glowing sand into a painting, create the backdrop for her quest to define identity. From �In Our Unexpected Future�: �for frocks outlast pillars. But feelings outlive frocks. The immaterial storms through, a force beyond years (a mere four since you were nearly felled). It isn�t what happened that lasts. Not art, either, but the savory core. What�s felt.
(less)�Whatever the subject, rich music follows the tap of Molly Peacock�s baton.��Washington Post When a psychoanalyst became a painter after surviving a stroke, her longtime patient, distinguished and beloved poet Molly Peacock, took up
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