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Unclaimed Klezmer Project

March 16, 2017 Leave a comment

MeTKFC1I love to make music.

I am making a lot of it (comparatively speaking) over the next few days, playing rock and blues covers at a private party with my friends in Unclaimed Freight on Saturday night, then on Monday night collaborating with Too Klez For Comfort to play some Klezmer music and a couple of my originals at Thunder Road, a rock and music bistro in Somerville, Massachusetts.

The vitals:

Monday, March 20
Thunder Road
379 Somerville Ave.
Somerville, MA 02143

Doors open at 7:30.  TKFC and I go on at 10:30 to close the show.  Hope to see you there.



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Winter Quiet

January 12, 2015 Leave a comment


In the United States, whether you celebrate them or not, the cultural winter holidays tend to be a bit disruptive, yet the craziness of these holidays is juxtaposed with the deep and solemn quiet of winter as it exists in nature.   The cacophony of birdsong gives way to the quiet chirping of chickadees as most species fly south to warmer climes.  Snow blankets the land, muffling all sound.  Walking in the northern forest in the winter, one’s breath seems loud.

Like the migrating birds, many of the musicians with whom I make music become scarce this time of year because they travel or are otherwise busy.   Therefore it is a good opportunity for me to look simultaneously into the depths of my creative soul and my computer’s hard drive for creations put aside for just such a time as this.  Even as some of my usual creative outlets are suppressed I am having fun revisiting old ideas and discovering new ones.

One of the new ones is a tune called “Shorty” in honor of Trombone Shorty.

At Eye On Life meanwhile we continue to be blessed with a steady stream of new poetry, for example, we recently welcomed poet Robert Demaree into the ranks of our contributing poets;  in addition, we are looking forward to publishing more of Donal Mahoney’s work tomorrow, and sometime this week Mitchell Krockmalnik Grabois will be returning to The Poetry Locksmith as well.   We are so fortunate to have so many remarkable poetic voices enrich our pages.



Lounge Lizard

December 30, 2014 2 comments



At Eye On Life,  Rosa Farrington’s poem ” #ferguson” created a bit of a stir, attracting some comments.  While our poets attract a fair number of readers, few of the readers comment, so this was new and refreshing.  Over the Christmas holiday Donal Mahoney favored us with some very interesting poems as well, and what the hell I also threw one into the mix for good measure.

A note to poetry submitters to Eye On Life:  please submit only works that have not been published elsewhere.  The first thing I do with a poetry submission is paste the first few lines into a Google search and see what comes up.  If the poem comes up on or whatever, I have to reject it.   This goes for your blog, too.  If it is already on your blog, readers really do not have a reason to read it at Eye On Life.  Okay, enough bitching.  On with the show – or is it one with the show? Hmmmm…

Musically I am continuing to compose and lyricize, and will venture back to the Lizard Lounge with a couple of musicians (to be finalized) from The Rubenoff Project.   Two songs in ten minutes and a chance at performing a third tune in the final round if chosen.  If you’re in the Harvard Square – Porter Square, Cambridge area on Monday, January 19th at around 8:30 pm, please stop by and cheer (or boo).

My second favorite tune from the Lilypad was “You Locator.”  We’ll probably reprise that at the Lizard Lounge.


The Rubenoff Project

October 31, 2014 Leave a comment

RubenoffProjectI have been working on my technique – vocal and trombonal – and writing and arranging music for some time on my way to I knew not where.  Yet I had the idea that I would play the Lilypad in Cambridge.  And now this is coming to pass.

On December 14th, 2014, at 3:30 PM the doors of the Lilypad will open onto The Rubenoff Project.

I will be back with a full report.  🙂

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There is Much to Love Here

April 9, 2012 4 comments

There is much to love here

Young green lives reaching
Feathered knights staking claims
Inventive humans in vehicles

Yet my eyes
Are escaped helium balloons
Rising skyward and skyward
As the child
Reaching open-handed
For me
Grows smaller and smaller

They live like us up there
Kind of
Merging and emerging
Floating driven
Slowly changing shape
Ever says anything
Maybe that is different

The sky an immense
Kinetic canvas
Ever-changing painting
Or a stage
Where slowly morphing characters
Act out our fantasies

Since I am not
A cloud
Perhaps I had best
Live out my fantasies

There is much to love here

(Poem eight of thirty for NaPoWriMo) 


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Three Short Poetic Forms: Triolet, Sestina and Epigram

November 8, 2011 Leave a comment



The triolet has eight lines with only two rhymes.  The first line is repeated in the fourth and seventh lines; the second line reappears as the last line; and the end-words of the first two lines are re-emerge as the end words of the last two lines.  Writing within a form this tight can seem like a feat worthy of a Houdini– trying to swim in chains or a straight jacket.

The form maps out like this:

  • A1
  • B1
  • A
  • A1
  • A
  • B
  • A1
  • B1

The numbers with a numeral in tow denote repeated lines.

Let’s try it, shall we:

Comparing you to an autumn day

With such unpredictable weather 

During our coming fall weekend away  

Comparing you to an autumn day  

If you and it are sunny I might get more play 

Yet wet weather can be good in regions nether 

Comparing you to an autumn day

With such unpredictable weather 


Well, that was fun.  I’ll just take something for this headache now.   One question:  if it’s medicine for your head, shouldn’t they call it headpirin, not aspirin?

Why is it called the triolet?  I dunno.  It was invented by the French.  Ask them.



The poetic form, sestina, has seven stanzas.  The first six end-words of the first stanza repeat through the next five six-line stanzas.  These are followed by a three-line stanza called an envoi.

The form maps out like this:


1. abcdef
2. faebdc
3. cfdabe
4. ecbfad
5. deacfb
6. bdfeca
7. eca or ace

The envoi must also include the remaining three end-words, BDF, somewhere in the lines so that all six end-words also appear in the envoi.

Well, this looks like even more fun than the triolet.  That’s all right.  I have my bottle of headpirin handy.   Let’s give it a go.

I like to write the first stanza, and then make a list of last words for reference.  Here is the list in advance so you can see the poem without interruption :

  1. Moon
  2. Flow
  3. Flare
  4. Reappear
  5. Howl
  6. Tears


And here’s the poem:


Emotions seem to follow the moon  

Like the tide, their ebb and flow 

Flood may see the dragon’s bloodlust flare 

At ebb loving kindness may reappear 

At the full of the moon, the werewolf may howl 

The new moon may bring gentle hope or tears 


I cannot bear to see your glistening tears 

Reflecting the silvery shining of the moon 

As if in sympathy the next door baby howls

From the very earth, sadness seems to flow 

If only your pretty smile would reappear 

If only I could shed this mournful air 


My anger like an inferno flares 

My enemies will repay their crimes with tears 

Revenge will make my honor reappear 

I plan to attack after the setting of the moon 

Like fountains of vengeance their blood will flow 

As they beg for their lives I’ll make them howl 


Shaken silly by my laughter, I howl 

Rolling on the floor.  She has such a flare 

For comedy, delivered in such an easy flow

I’m laughing so hard that I’m in tears

She’s taken me right to the moon

I’ll be sure to see her when she again appears 


I’m waiting for my boss to reappear 

When he reads his email he will howl 

Soon he will transfer me to the moon 

I cringe to think how his temper will flare

In humiliation I will hide my tears 

And struggle to keep my profile low 


In my existence I am in the flow 

All my desires synergistically appear 

I cannot conceive of shedding tears 

Though winds of change around me howl 

Over bump in the road or through solar flare 

My heart remains as placid as the moon 


A panoply of emotion, from tears to howls 

Of laughter:  should sanity reappear, send up a flare  

Emotions flow like the cycles of the moon 


Notice I cheated.  Oh, well.  Sue me.  Anyway, despite the amount of work, it was pretty fun to write the sestina.  I’ll have to do it again sometime.


An epigram is a smart remark that rhymes.   In essence it is a couplet, or a pair or so of couplets.  Usually two to four lines, the epigram, paraphrasing the words of Coleridge, has a body of brevity and a soul of wit.  Often it is satirical.   I like it already.


One of my favorite epigrams is by Samuel Coleridge:

“Sir, I admit your general rule,
That every poet is a fool,
But you yourself may serve to show it,
That every fool is not a poet.” 

That’s pretty hard to beat, but you know I’m going to try, don’t you?  Of course you do.

After our third, my wife said to me
Just one word:  vasectomy.  

That about covers the epigram, I think.  How about you?

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Fresh Poems by Simon Perchik at EOL

October 10, 2011 Leave a comment

Although I love Simon’s work, I find this latest set of poems to be especially compelling.  Please stop by Eye On Life Online Magazine and visit my Poetry Unlocked section to enjoy these exceptional poems.  It pleases me no end that Simon is becoming a regular contributor.  His poems are well crafted and uniquely styled, and his inventive usage challenges and piques the imagination.

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