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A failed system, or is it?


    Above is a picture of Frederico Bruno, he is accused of pushing his ex-girlfriend and 3 month old child out of a window three stories high.  He climbs down from the same window, finds a metal bar stool leg and beats her with it as she is lying on top of the 3 month old baby who broke her fall to a concrete ground.  Read that over again.  Take a deep breath.  Now who is the blame for this type of violence?  Before you go any further, let me add this too...the widow also had an air conditioner installed in it.  For real!  Who do you blame for this type of violence?  Violence has such a profound meaning.  It sure can sway any jury.  Oh did I tell you, he sliced up the victim's friend who attempted to call the police.  Yes sir!  He left them all for dead....
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A TRIBUTE TO RAY BRADBURY by Salvatore Buttaci


               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 delighting in vicarious adventures. Thanks to Bradbury and the others, those 25-cent paperbacks allowed me to travel through space and time, hitch my imagination to theirs, and leave Earth if...
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THE LILY POND, THE JAPANESE BRIDGE by Claude Monet and Sal Buttaci


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, leap into the air and dive into the brown river water.   The painter stood there, concentric water circles ...
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THE CART: THE ROAD UNDER SNOW IN HONFLEUR by Claude Monet and Sal Buttaci


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 think good thoughts to while away the time. My dear, what can we expect? It is winter after all. In winter it...
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BERTHE MORISOT by Edouard Manet and Salvatore Buttaci


                                   BERTHE MORISOT                      Painting by Edouard Manet (1873)                      Poem by Salvatore Buttaci  (1994) "Too  much yellow!" I tell the painter. "You've made me out to appear  some pasty-looking, half-dead matron who has never seen the sun! Devotees of art one day  will stand before this canvas and wonder: 'Did Madame Morisot have a heart of wax to match the sallowness of her face?'"   Where will I be then to defend myself? Long dead, no doubt, somewhere in the other world where the shade of one's complexion will certainly not be the local gossip, nor a discussion tète à tète  about the worthiness of Manet's work.   So all I mean to say I shall...
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