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Gary Perilloux
Red Stick USA
Career communications professional and author
Interests: Music with a fingerprint of honesty and a footprint of depth; Major League Baseball, Strat-O-Matic online simulation and Rotisserie 4x4 simulation; College Basketball, principally the Southeastern Louisiana University Lions and March Madness; faith; and the craft of writing fiction.
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Exhilarating nostalgia, bringing to mind James Scott Rockford's gold Trans Am, brother to the Camaro; Springsteen's resplendent yet ultimately not transcendent romps by the boardwalk and through the badlands; school lunch romps through the Golden Arches for Big Mac meals at a buck-seventy-five; riding in the belly of a 428 mid-engine Mustang Mach I with two high school senior friends, thinking we were flying at the speed of sound from Lake Amistead to the River City, when all we were doing was a racket-rousing 130 mph; remembering a fateful drive down Pleasant Ridge Road when the centrifugal force of a loaded pipe rack in our black Ford pickup met with a curve on the dew-slickened blacktop and spun us hurtling, headlong, into a fatal collision with an unforgiving ditch, when out of the blue some transcendent force spun the truck a full 360 degrees into a straight line on the wrong lane of the road, staring at an oncoming car that calmly braked in front of our bumper; and thinking during the pastor's sermon on Psalm 40 this morning, as he described the infinitely powerful centrifugal force of the Gospel of Grace — that I knew exactly what he meant.
Toggle Commented Aug 5, 2018 on Watch This at Out Walking
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Fifteen years had passed since last we visited Fernandina Beach. The Florida town anchors Amelia Island, the last barrier island as you descend the Atlantic Coast. It's also the extreme northwestern corner of Florida, above Jacksonville. And as our Amelia River Cruises guide put it, while we crossed the water... Continue reading
Posted Jul 22, 2018 at The Moon Blooms
Speaking of the cold, and of antidotes, it was Robert Frost who described the poem as "a momentary stay against confusion." A daily dose of poetry is a fine antidote, indeed. And on roller coaster days like these, one could do worse than observe that the universe is itself, a poem.
Toggle Commented Jan 25, 2017 on Walking in Otherness at Out Walking
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Good stuff. When I was a young man, waiting for a 6 a.m. ride to work as a sprinkler pipefitter for my uncle, I would stare up at the mockingbirds lighting on the porte cochere trellis at my grandparents' home, where I was then staying, and I would ponder the romantic notion that all the avian species were chirping their hearts out in a sort of Apocalyptic code that had to be settled before the world could wend to its end, and the beginning of a New Kingdom. In those days, while staying upstate at my great uncle's country cabin and helping him paint and build a fence, we heard a knocking and went out front to look at the light pole among pines: a pileated woodpecker was rat-a-tat-tatting, and my uncle pointed and said, "There he is! See him, he's big as a chicken!" Had the bird also had an ivory bill, of course, we would have become famous for having spotted the variety of woodpecker thought to have gone extinct, until recently, in Arkansas, they've been rumored to reside: ... which leads me to my favorite bird line in the heart of Hopkins' "The Windhover": "My heart in hiding Stirred for a bird — the achieve of; the mastery of the thing!" To this day, nothing quite charms me like walking across the Louisiana Capitol Park gardens near my work, in the shadow of Huey P. Long's statue, and seeing the mockingbirds preen on the sidewalks and trill from the treetops.
Toggle Commented Apr 30, 2016 on Lunch, and After at Out Walking
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"All along the Lee shore/ Shells lie scattered in the sand/ Winking up like shining eyes, at me/ From the sea" (David Crosby, "The Lee Shore," from 4 Way Street, by CSN&Y) The rain spent itself overnight, and though clouds hung over a gray ocean this morning, by mid-day they... Continue reading
Reblogged Oct 13, 2015 at The Moon Blooms
There's no denying the palpable suspense in Destroyer Angel – which crackles at the close with a brilliant use of flora suggested by the title – and Anna Pigeon never worked so hard to wear the bastards down. Continue reading
Posted Jul 16, 2014 at The Moon Blooms
Two classics, two decades apart — one story. 8.17.13 Where to begin? Please indulge me as I take the discursive route — it seems the appropriate one. I'll begin, like Odysseus, in medias res ... I woke up Saturday disoriented. My wife was visiting family hundreds of miles away. I'd... Continue reading
Posted Aug 17, 2013 at The Moon Blooms
Spot-on wakeup call, marvelous instruction, and the 20,000-days reference – along with the totality of this post – reminds me of a song ...
Toggle Commented Jun 3, 2013 on Repentance As Posture at Out Walking
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Review: Bad Blood | A novel by John Sandford My rating: 2 of 5 stars Read in airports and during down time on a trip to Santa Fe, Bad Blood wasn't a dull read. It's lively, provocative – even intriguing, in a revolting way. Veteran journalist-turned-novelist John Sandford displays an... Continue reading
Posted May 23, 2013 at The Moon Blooms
They're cooking up a big demolition party in New Orleans to eradicate one of the city's iconic structures: No need to waste one's weary little gray cells on this building, the story line goes, it's just a humdrum piece of mid-20th century architecture whose date with the wrecking ball has... Continue reading
Posted May 21, 2013 at The Moon Blooms
Review: The Little Way of Ruthie Leming: A Southern Girl, a Small Town, and the Secret of a Good Life / By Rod Dreher My rating: 5 of 5 stars Here's the thing I want you to know about Rod Dreher: He evokes a loving but imperfect family in rural... Continue reading
Posted May 8, 2013 at The Moon Blooms
Review: Floating Souls by Mary H. Manhein My rating: 3 of 5 stars I enjoyed Manhein's presentation about her first novel (she's previously written nonfiction books about her work as an LSU forensic anthropologist) at the 2012 Louisiana Book Festival, and her lively discussion piqued my interest in reading Floating... Continue reading
Posted Feb 11, 2013 at The Moon Blooms
Once on "Jeopardy," Alex Trebec prompted three brilliant contestants with the answer, "Author of this, the shortest of the synoptic Gospels in the Bible." One after another, the camera panned across helplessly blank faces. At home, I;m shouting, "Who is Mark! Who is Mark!" Mark ... 16 chapters ... Matthew, 28; Luke 24; and the asynoptic John, 21. Urgency, indeed. I've been reading I/II Corinthians, but I think I'll follow your recommendation soon and turn to Mark. I could do with a more immediate sense of the Gospel these days. And judging from "Jeopardy," couldn't we all?
Toggle Commented Jul 11, 2012 on The Superintendent at Out Walking
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Thanks, Steve, will definitely check this one out.
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(Editor's note: The branch at left is the same river birch, leafless in winter) Last year, a thunderstorm rattled the river birch that straddles our side yard and the neighbor's, snapping a jagged branch off the birch and impaling the green patio umbrella we'd bought five years earlier when installing... Continue reading
Posted May 20, 2012 at The Moon Blooms
I have little idea what most of the songs on Burlap to Cashmere's self-titled 2010 album mean, but it doesn't mean they're not memorable. Out of the blue, in a restaurant or from the back seat of the car, my son may sing "I will ride my bus" and my... Continue reading
Reblogged Jan 14, 2012 at The Moon Blooms
Mirth etches every line of his pink face. His mismatched blazer parts as he leans back, revealing a magenta-and-turquoise silk sash cinching his cordoroys. Mischief dances in his eyes. Continue reading
Posted Dec 30, 2011 at The Moon Blooms
We lead such vagabond lives these days, plowing through transitory fields, that finding anything as consistent as a 40-minute game, still played on a wooden court, still celebrated by zany students, and still attended by dowagers in gaudy, tiger-striped scarfs seems eternally satisfying. Continue reading
Posted Dec 10, 2011 at The Moon Blooms
A properly applied melancholia moves one to amazing places and actions: melancholia about the world's inequities and hunger drives one to missions and evangelism. Melancholia also stimulates a searching spirit that leads to important inner journeys, trips that lead to consolation, epiphanies and liberating grace. This passage reminds me of the "Christmas at Denny's" tune on Randy Stonehill's incomparable "Return to Paradise." Depressing as all get-out on the surface, the song blends with a diverse assortment of characters and themes in "Paradise": civil rights, homelessness, heartache, suicidal old high school pals and a number of lost souls, some of them children hardened before their time and adults worn to the nub. From such experiences as an isolated dinner with transient souls at Denny's, Stonehill guides listeners on a path of grace that concludes on a transcendent note, one made much more effective because the songwriter has trammeled down difficult paths. Mark Heard produced the record, pushing Stonehill's creative talents to their limits, and the results are simply spectacular. I'd recommend "Christmas at Denny's" as a fine addition to the holiday mingling of melancholia and grace. It's an affecting reminder that not everyone's holidays are happy, but hope lingers -- waiting to be born.
Toggle Commented Dec 8, 2011 on Oh, Melancholia at Out Walking
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Here is a day well-spent, and the writing confirms it: eloquence on the Eno, an economy of grace.
Toggle Commented Sep 18, 2011 on Civilization and Its Contents at Out Walking
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Here is a day well-spent, and the writing confirms it: eloquence on the Eno, an economy of grace.
Toggle Commented Sep 18, 2011 on Civilization and Its Contents at Out Walking
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Lovely idyll on a son's life in his soon-to-be expanding biosphere. I think Brooks Williams could write quite the song about this universal experience. You just have, minus the sonic component. Mark Heard's "House of Broken Dreams," with a more sober tone, does much the same. Also want to send along my thanks and congratulations, Steve, on the "Wide Angle" radio series. Yesterday, I stumbled across an old CD sampler of the show, including phenomenal music and interviews with Brooks, and was wowed anew. Sorry the show didn't last, but I'm glad to find the creator here. Will recommend the format to a friend in the radio business who has kindred interests.
Toggle Commented Feb 1, 2010 on The Room of the World at Out Walking
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