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Viva My Magenta!

Posted on December 10, 2022 by jillbpearlman

Magenta?  I swoon, no matter how much naysayers insist I should pay attention to the end of the world.  Pantone may have anointed Viva Magenta the color of 2023, but I’ve been living in that color since the cusp of … Continue reading →

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Colorists on the Brink of Winter

Posted on November 27, 2022 by jillbpearlman

“The colorists get it entirely wrong: nature is colored in winter and cold in summer, there’s nothing colder than full summer sun.” Tell me more, Camille Pissarro!  Tell me, French landscape painter, about winter’s color, now that leaves now lying … Continue reading →

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The Early Bird and other Myths

Posted on November 20, 2022 by jillbpearlman

Oh bathroom window, what are those ash-gray clouds,needle in the morning’s eye  — dawn too early in its strange light-threading.To 6am, I bring another party:  my thoughts, light and frisky in dark crevices,champagne-splashed agent of chaos, so loud, you say, … Continue reading →

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Why Rake

Posted on November 6, 2022 by jillbpearlman

That patch of clean clear grass will last only as long as I stand there, brown elm leavesfalling around me, and yet I keep raking.   The sea of leaves will overtake us, as will early darkness.  I keep stuffing … Continue reading →

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Bastille to Puritan Village: Strange Magic

Posted on October 30, 2022 by jillbpearlman

Each time, after countless trips, still strange magic.Hours ago, we were eating croissants in the sun, looking at the soft green column of the Bastille, the genie de la Liberté, golden wings aloft, still leaping.Today I wake up to crisp carpeting … Continue reading →

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Back to Scroll One

Posted on October 30, 2022 by jillbpearlman

[Some smart-aleck loser decided to hack my little poetry site — hope he got some jollies! We’ve been out of commission for a while. I am back-posting this piece, and will jump to the present presently!] How amazing to be … Continue reading →

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The Waste Land is a Wasteland is a wasteland

Posted on October 9, 2022 by jillbpearlman

I take the Waste Land as a day-to-day thing.  When a dismal, cold slate gray rain falls from a slate gray sky, when it looks like wartime London, need we say more — T.S. Eliot’s 1922 poem, celebrating its centennial, … Continue reading →

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Old Soul/Young Soul

Posted on September 25, 2022 by jillbpearlman

Back in the day when I was a kid, it seemed cool to be an old soul.  Whoever first enlightened me, when I first heard the phrase (to be or to have?), I don’t recall.  Being an old soul seemed … Continue reading →

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Dvorak’s Cricket Folk Dance

Posted on September 18, 2022 by jillbpearlman

Classical music concert by the sea.  Sun hot on our arms, yet the air makes us shiver.  Little cabin, doors thrown open.  Unaccustomed voices — women and black composers.  Accustomed voices: Dvorak. Simultaneity: Crickets. These are not usual times.  It … Continue reading →

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Saving Joy

Posted on September 4, 2022 by jillbpearlman

Summer can be poetry without the words.  A sweet peach cuts through time and puts you right in the everlasting camp of the gods.  A tomato is a love apple, pomme d’amour.  The spume of the sea drenches with spent … Continue reading →

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