Still Life with Apples, 1895-1898 The Museum of Modern Art The table tilts, the bowl’s lopsided, the pitcher’s leaning for a fall: Cézanne’s still life, unstill. Inheritor of calm Dutch oysters and flowers, English pheasants and dead hanging hare, yet he didn’t finish dashing the ochre into the corner, left, or filling the blue tablecloth’s patches. The apples are teetering, too, tender red skins about to bruise, anxious for Mme. Cézanne’s steadying hand… And we, the gazers at the gallery, are the guests in the adjacent room, hearing this roll of nervous fruit, table rocking - and afraid to enter - meet the trembling tail of the 19th century, the rumbling snout of the 20th barging through the door, the kitchen floor boards shaking and upsetting everything. Jill Solnicki Jill Solnicki has two published collections of poetry: This Mortal Coil and The Fabric of Skin (Penumbra Press), as well as a published memoir of teaching at-risk kids: The Real Me is Gonna be a Shock: a Year in the Life of a Front-line Teacher (Lester Publishing Ltd.). Her poetry has appeared in a number of journals: pending publications for 2023 include poems in The New Quarterly, and Plath Profiles.
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June 2025
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