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Salvatore Buttaci

Salvatore Buttaci

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Sal at Computer.1998
  It takes a great deal of courage to submit a manuscript for possible publication. Many writers spend months, even years, putting down on paper what they feel will be, if not the Great American Novel, then at least a darn good one. They look back with pleasure on the long hours of pounding the keyboard in producing that first draft. With less excitement they recall the grueling days and nights editing that first attempt into something they hope will be presentable in the marketplace. Writing is a mixed bag of joy and woe. Who among writers have not delighted in the birth of an idea they recognize as plot-worthy? How many sleepless nights did they toss in bed, head filled with scenes ...
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               MARTIAN CHRONICLES (1950) I first met Ray Bradbury in the pages of his book The Illustrated Man way back in 1951. His easy flowing, poetic style of writing science fiction and fantasy hooked me into a love of these genres to this very day. From that book came others throughout the Fabulous Fifties and beyond. They were books I had to read because Ray Bradbury wrote them and Ray Bradbury ranked first among all of my favorite authors: Philip K. Dick, Theodore Sturgeon, Alfred Bester, Clifford D. Simak, Isaac Asimov, Robert Heinlein, C.M. Kornbluth, Frederik Pohl, Poul Anderson, Frederic Brown, and Fritz Leiber.  My childhood was a wonderful time to be an avid reader delighti...
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THE LILY PAD, THE JAPANESE BRIDGE Painting by Claude Monet (1899); Poem by Sal Buttaci (1994)   Who could imagine what Monet was thinking when he took his brush to this! Ask him what inspired him  and he will no doubt lie, say "The Japanese Bridge" or "The lily pond: the way the lilies sit on the brown river" or "The mood I was in, the feeling  I have captured in this work."   It is true Monet one afternoon  came to the bridge, to this lily pond,  an easel under his arm, paints and brushes in a wooden box. For a moment he surveyed the scene, thought it peaceful, but would have moved on  had he not heard a frog croak in the intricacy of the lily pads, stretch its legs...
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THE CART: THE ROAD UNDER SNOW IN HONFLEUR Painting by Claude Monet, 1865; Poem by Salvatore Buttaci, 1994 The road under snow we ought best not to complain about! Yet we do so every winter, don't we? You say the jostling ride hurts your back or the old horse is too slow or that I see so poorly I cannot avoid the rocks jutting in our path.   As for me, I detest leaving our home where a burning fireplace kept us safe and warm. Begrudgingly, we voyage here these kilometers to spend the holidays with your parents and with mine.   Why not instead look at this adventure with a different eye! Directly ahead of us or sideways at the houses, the farms, the drifts of snow, and t...
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BIG JOE HAMMER DR0VE THIS CAR BUT THE HAT HE WORE ON HIS HEAD Yuh want my real name or duh one duh guys gimme back on Grand Street when I wuz twelve or doiteen? My mudder give me names long as yuh arm! "Where dja dig 'em up?" I used  tuh tease de ol‘ lady.. Back in a Ol' Country––Sicily––dey han’ out names  like candy: da more da sweeta.   Dey name me Giuseppe Gaetano Angelo Martello. Ain't it a mout'ful? Giuseppe wuz my granfadder,  Gaetano my old lady's brudder in Crown Heights, an' Angelo, duh name a duh baby my mudder lost when he wuz maybe two.   Martello: that's my last name--dat means "Hammer" so, growin' up in Williamsboig, Brooklyn, ain't nobody gonna ask fuh ya...
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