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Headiness of Spring Cleaning

Posted on April 14, 2019 by jillbpearlman

I had a highly complicated scaffolded reaction to a spring cleaning talk that I’m attempting to unravel.  It led to a revelation, and that I’ll try to unravel too.  It took place in a series of metaphors – which made … Continue reading →

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One Big Tented L.A. Thing

Posted on March 28, 2019 by jillbpearlman

The extremes of capitalism require a lot of forgetting, the erasing of suffering experience.  Satisfaction is calling, it is immediate, exists in the present and demands our full attention.  We can pull along conflict for only so long, for it … Continue reading →

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Staying Power of Poets Resist

Posted on March 5, 2019 by jillbpearlman

Last week we endured the Cohen hearings and two blanketing snow storms, along with our local Poets Resist.  My conditioned instinct is to laugh – poor poetry! — only to be replaced by a memory of our reading’s bright presence.  … Continue reading →

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Love, Our Inalienable Right

Posted on March 3, 2019 by jillbpearlman

Home, for Syrians exiled by war, is gone, irretrievable, a lost paradise just as it is, at the same time, a place forever unattainable and mythic.  Listening to concerts this week by Kinan Azmeh, the Syrian clarinetist and composer, I … Continue reading →

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How do you know when you’re ready?

Posted on February 24, 2019 by jillbpearlman

Last week I presented a project that seemed unlikely to exist and equally unlikely to succeed, but it managed to do both.  It was a live poetry performance called Mirrors.  In spite of the simple title, every time I tried … Continue reading →

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What is Home? Kinan Azmeh talks (plays, blows, travels).

Posted on February 18, 2019 by jillbpearlman

Kinan Azmeh is an existential wanderer and a supreme musician who finds homes around the world. He was riding the New York subway, just back from a musical tour in China, when he described the genesis of a piece he’ll … Continue reading →

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MLK, Always Arriving

Posted on January 21, 2019 by jillbpearlman

“And I’ve seen the Promised Land. I may not get there with you.”   Most of us can hear Martin Luther King’s thunder and cadence from his speech in Memphis the day before his death in 1968.  He knew – a voice was … Continue reading →

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Armageddon Blues

Posted on January 20, 2019 by jillbpearlman

I am happy to see my poem, Armageddon Blues, in the winter issue of Salamander.   The poem is full of irony and tenderness for the challenges of everyday life in times of siege. The unthinkable seems to suck all … Continue reading →

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Winter Dance

Posted on January 11, 2019 by jillbpearlman

Winter Dance Birds moving in the dead of winter – where to?  Half the tribe whirls towards the west, then breaks with sudden panic, flapping to an open tree; they mark its naked branches hot-house blooms forced open or scarves … Continue reading →

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The New on my Sleeve

Posted on January 2, 2019 by jillbpearlman

  In spite of my jaded self, wearing Ecclesiastes as a badge sewn onto velvet sleeves, I laugh. The sky knows no calendar.  It doesn’t give a whiff for New Years. But damn, those clouds, puffed sweetly across the sky … Continue reading →

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