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PUBLIC MARKS from tadeufilippini with tags charles & poetry

May 2008

Charles A. Perrone Professional Web Site

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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 www.moriapoetry.com. 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

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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.