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PUBLIC MARKS from tadeufilippini with tags charles & poesia

May 2008

Charles A. Perrone Professional Web Site

Translations and Poetry Translations of poetry by Paulo Leminski, Horácio Costa, Régis Bonvicino, Décio Pignatari, Augusto de Campos (two links to originals; see also Big Bridge Special Spring 2007) Antônio Cícero, Ademir Assunção, Alexander Horner, Adriano Espínola, Carlito Azevedo, Ricardo Corona, Claudia Roquette-Pinto, Neuza Pinheiro, Rodrigo Garcia Lopes, Marcos Prado, and Waly Salomão. Co-editor of Tigertail: A South Florida Poetry Annual coming April 24, 2008. Tigertail Productions of Miami. Co-translator of First World Third Class (Pau de Arara Classe Turística) by Regina Rheda, see link above Poetry: SIX SEVEN, chapbook at e-books link. in Autumn harvest, Moria, Moria, Mandorla: Nueva escritura de las Américas / New Writing from the Americas,Literatura de expressão portuguesa nos Estados Unidos; Suplemento Literário Minas Gerais,Dirty Goat,Vortex / Affinities,Esprit , Dactylus, O Globo,Fénix, Románica ** ATT NB visuals **:Dimensão Inspirations: PESSOA and a house plan.

November 2007


Style By Charles Bukowski Style is the answer to everything. A Fresh way to approach a dull or dangerous thing. To do a dull thing with style is preferable to doing a dangerous thing without it. To do a dangerous thing with style, is what I call art. Bullfighting can be an art. Boxing can be an art. Loving can be an art. Opening a can of sardines can be an art. Not many have style. Not many can keep style. I have seen dogs with more style than men. Although not many dogs have style. Cats have it with abundance. When Hemingway put his brains to the wall with a shotgun, that was style. For sometimes people give you style. Joan of Arc had style. John the Baptist. Christ. Socrates. Caesar. García Lorca. I have met men in jail with style. I have met more men in jail with style than men out of jail. Style is a difference, a way of doing, a way of being done. Six herons standing quietly in a pool of water, or you, walking out of the bathroom naked without seeing me. Style by Charles Bukowski, read by himself.