Author Archives: jillbpearlman

Robert F. Kennedy: No Place the Poet Can’t Go

Bobby Kennedy was recognized in his day as a Samaritan, a man deeply gifted in finding and speaking to the common core of diverse people.  He spoke in his own register – as a white, male, Yankee and “elitist” – … Continue reading

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So I’m…..

I’ve always had sly fondness for “so.”  As a social starter, it used to go something like this: “So,” the best friend might say with twinkling eyes, “what happened last night?” The gossip wags, “So…guess I saw together in the … Continue reading

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End Days in Naples

End Days in Naples Here’s proposing “End Days in Napoli” as a fabulous opera – how perfect this baroque jostling everyone playing their roles – sidewalk men singing arias, girls swishing with trays of cafe; churches losing their swirls in … Continue reading

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La Dolce Vita’s back streets

Capri is Capri, people say. It’s so beautiful and elegant, the lanes lined with pines and villas, white hotels trailing down to the famous rocky grottos, sly waiters in suit jackets in the central piazza. It’s true that imagination goes … Continue reading

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The Mafia Dons & Culture

  Florence still feels handworked, like burnished gold, and an astonishment of deeply human masterpieces.  The jewel box is also beset, overrun by tourists, but who can blame them – we dropped in, mother-daughter duo, for a quick day and … Continue reading

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Ecco Easter, Testaccio

Testaccio, a working Roman neighborhood where Easter is every day, slightly elevated, as man is everyman. The great dramas are woven into the quotidian – births and creations and unraveling our endless failings (thus our fragile nervous systems) tongue lashings … Continue reading

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Debating Seder – for Mireille Knoll

What is Seder? A time to leave doors open like Mireille Knoll, late of Paris: “If she could have she would have welcomed the entire world into her home” entertain anyone who has a mother though she survived the Nazis, … Continue reading

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Dispatch from Haunting Lisbon

Lisbon is a haunting city. It is misty, caught in the process of decadence; its ambiance suggests a city that people long to hold onto yet haven’t been able to. You feel the old grandeur of gracious villas, private palaces, … Continue reading

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The Face Makes a Comeback

The face, I’m guessing, is itching for a comeback as a place of truth and confrontation. The dalliance in real life with the grotesque distortions is priming us for a reality check. I was moved by two shows in Paris … Continue reading

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Paris à Go-Go

Oh, the charms of having grown children! The Nor’Easter knew I couldn’t miss my visit to Planet Rachel! It let me slip out under the wire and get that plane to Paris. After a spell of ersatz sleep (as much … Continue reading

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