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Brenda Hillman Audio, Links to Occupy Beatdown

November 21, 2011
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Brenda Hillman City

Brenda Hillman finished off the SPLAB 2011 Visiting Poets Series in fine fashion November 11 and 12 with a brilliant talk on Innovation and Activism in Poetry Friday the 11th (Veterans Day), a workshop that left at least one participant “buzzing all day” and a reading featuring her brilliant new work. One long-time stalwart of the local poetry scene said it was “the best reading I have ever seen her give.”

So, the audio of the reading is here.

Paul Nelson’s intro here. Post-reading Q & A here.

The interview she did with Paul Nelson is here.

Brenda Hillman & Bob Haas

Read about the confrontation she & her husband had with the SWAT team called out to the UC-Berkeley Occupy Rally here.

See video of that confrontation here, with Brenda and husband Robert Hass visible at about the 4:00 mark.

For a woman whose work pushes the art ahead, she surely finds herself in the thick of confronting the injustice of the “American Way.” How many people have so much going on two critical fronts?

Thanks Brenda.

 

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