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Pearl Kan<\/a><\/h2>\n

My Uppalavanna<\/h3>\n

ISBN: 978-1-956921-80-9\u00a0\u00a0(pbk.)<\/p>\n

(September 1, 2026)\u00a0<\/p>\n

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My Uppalavanna<\/em> takes its title from the legendary Buddhist nun who was enlightened by staring into lamplight as she swept in the evening\u2014and Pearl Kan\u2019s debut collection follows that luminous, domestic gesture into the fullness of contemporary life. Navigating the paradox between spiritual emptiness and the irreducible particulars of the world\u2014lost teeth and dynamited buddhas, pelicans low against the cold sea, a child\u2019s sunrise lifted on butter and milk\u2014these spare, precise poems move between Zen practice, motherhood, and the mystery of everyday perception with utter clarity. Both incantatory and quietly vernacular, My Uppalavanna<\/em> is an astonishing first collection.<\/p>\n

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Praise<\/h3>\n

These spare, exquisite poems by Pearl Kan contain multitudes. Takeout, potatoes, a shoe\u2014all are so much more than they seem. What if the priest\/poet Ryokan were also a mother living in the 21st century? \u201cYou can lift little sunrise\/tend to it with butter\/and milk such soft\/devices.\u201d Each poem is a treasure, beautiful and profound.<\/p>\n

\u2014Stefany Anne Golberg<\/strong>, author of My Morningless Mornings<\/em><\/p>\n

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A nun, Uppalavanna was one of the Buddha\u2019s leading disciples, famed for her psychic powers. She was enlightened by staring deeply into the lamplight as she was sweeping up in the evening. In My Uppalavanna<\/em>, her debut collection, Pearl Kan does for her what Susan Howe does for Emily Dickinson in her classic My Emily Dickinson<\/em>: fully inhabit the mind and heart of her great predecessor, giving her new life. In spare, elegant, delicate poems and poem sequences, Kan writes of the mystery of everyday perception and the strange joy of living in the world with a limitless mind. \u201cevening brighter\/ than fire\/ song\/ of living\u201d\u2026<\/p>\n

\u2014Norman Fischer<\/strong><\/a>, author of Selected Poems 1980\u20132013<\/em>, and There Was a Clattering As\u2026<\/em><\/a><\/p>\n

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Rarely do we encounter a first book of poetry like My Uppalavanna<\/em>, so accomplished, poised, and engaging. It pays to wait; it pays to take time; it pays to turn away and return to the practice of poetry with a beautifully enriched and unforeseen range of nutrients, including Zen practice, motherhood, and life with two young daughters. Pearl\u2019s \u201cmiraculous \/ vernacular\u201d is \u201cin time \/ a plain devotion,\u201d emotionally engaged and quietly intelligent without becoming overly self-dramatizing. These poems are adventures and instances of attention, affection, humility, perspective, and play. \u201cAdorned with words \/ that glint at joy,\u201d the variety of joy that Pearl provides is the deep pleasure of a sustained and sustaining balance and alertness. In a \u201cvertiginous hour \/ slender to the touch \/ I step through \/ shoulder first \/ into cold air,\u201d and we are invited to take that step with Pearl as she prepares for ordination as a Zen priest and as her writing life begins to unfold. She says, \u201chere I am \/ scratching at the door \/ again,\u201d and we can hope that she continues to scratch, question, observe, and share with us the ongoing remarkable gift of her poetry.<\/p>\n

\u2014Hank Lazer<\/strong><\/a>, author of The Silver Bowl Is Filled with Snow <\/em>and Covid-19 Sutras<\/em><\/a><\/p>\n

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Reading Pearl Kan, I am reminded that \u2018prayer\u2019 and \u2018precarity\u2019 share a root. In her delicate, mysterious poems, Kan offers a sense that things might be otherwise: \u201ceating cacio e pepe at the bar\/ a field of wild sweet peas in North Fork,\/ pelicans low against the cold sea,\/\/ and just barely.\u201d My Uppalavanna<\/em> includes poems to intimates, a gorgeous praise poem called \u201cMerci bon Dieu,\u201d poems inspired by Caspar David Friedrich and the Bamiyan Buddhas. Here is the world, in short lines and surprising branchings of syntax where grief, impatience, and nonattachment form a remarkable sensibility: \u201cI want to\/ be in this world\/ with you\/ curl out to\/ shore sand.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u2014Nate Klug<\/strong>, author of Hosts and Guests<\/em><\/p>\n

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The vision of a poet-priest, My Uppalavanna<\/em> dwells in a paradox: how to reconcile the fullness of life with the emptiness enshrined by spiritual doctrines, when we know both to be unbearably true. The poems gathered here are songs of living and child-rearing, populated by lost teeth and dynamited buddhas, the cycles of seasons and the unrepeatable particulars of home. Pearl Kan has given us an astonishing first collection: incantatory, affectionate, and wise.<\/p>\n

\u2014Anna Della Subin<\/strong>, author of Accidental Gods: On Men Unwittingly Turned Divine<\/em><\/p>\n

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Kan skillfully traces the edges of our senses in My Uppalavanna<\/em>, guiding us toward a clarity of vision that only reveals itself, it seems, when we approach the brink of the sayable. Moving fluidly between the quiet, small particularities of everyday life and the vastness of existential inquiry, these stripped-down poems pull focus in and out of a large world in small, small world in large\u2014reminding us of the complexities hidden within the simple joys of family, earthly surroundings, and spiritual life.<\/p>\n

\u2014Sho Sugita<\/strong>, poet and translator of Hirato Renkichi\u2019s Spiral Staircase: Collected Poems<\/em><\/p>\n

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Kan\u2019s work is wonderfully arresting in its stark distillations; her vocabularies of silence are deployed to profound effect. She can deftly coax out the incommensurable and unsayable through the explosive energies between fragments.<\/p>\n

\u2014Jenny Xie<\/strong>, author of Eye Level<\/em><\/p>\n

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Pearl Kan\u2019s My Uppalavanna<\/em> is a book of light: each word, each syllable, shines. We are taken into the sources of life with extraordinary immediacy. The voice in these poems is graceful and magical, enraptured and canny, a trickster, playing the music of self-awareness. Everyone will understand these poems: nothing is concealed: there is no secret except being alive. The poems embody presence and attention, they enact what it really feels like to move through the world. My Uppalavanna<\/em> is a first book that doesn\u2019t feel like a first book\u2014and it announces the beginning of a brilliant career\u2014it is a stunning debut, a necessary book.<\/p>\n

\u2014Joseph Lease<\/strong>, author of Fire Season<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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