<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4852837188092700553</id><updated>2011-09-23T22:01:01.538-03:00</updated><category term='Traduções'/><category term='J.T.P.'/><title type='text'>...................diariodebuk</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodebuk.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4852837188092700553/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodebuk.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>samuca santos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LDrfOsWCBQA/TcQR2am33cI/AAAAAAAABjs/l2qSv_u0RwM/s220/samuca7.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4852837188092700553.post-7006973763345375082</id><published>2010-06-02T09:00:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T09:04:14.105-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Bukowski "em" Madrid</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EukiQj-veb4/TAZIpYp_f7I/AAAAAAAACjY/eWTFZi7BcAE/s1600/1275476389%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478145872573202354" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EukiQj-veb4/TAZIpYp_f7I/AAAAAAAACjY/eWTFZi7BcAE/s320/1275476389%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um Projecto Bukowski teatral em Madrid, ver &lt;a href="http://www.elpais.com/articulo/cultura/The/Bukowski/Project/verdades/mentiras/elpepucul/20100602elpepucul_1/Tes"&gt;AQUI&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4852837188092700553-7006973763345375082?l=diariodebuk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodebuk.blogspot.com/feeds/7006973763345375082/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diariodebuk.blogspot.com/2010/06/bukowski-em-madrid.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4852837188092700553/posts/default/7006973763345375082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4852837188092700553/posts/default/7006973763345375082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodebuk.blogspot.com/2010/06/bukowski-em-madrid.html' title='Bukowski &quot;em&quot; Madrid'/><author><name>J.T.Parreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05483732432098431542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EukiQj-veb4/S4w0b13rQdI/AAAAAAAACW8/bZm6nrOLXMY/S220/ts%5B2%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EukiQj-veb4/TAZIpYp_f7I/AAAAAAAACjY/eWTFZi7BcAE/s72-c/1275476389%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4852837188092700553.post-8494540809036753503</id><published>2009-10-02T14:44:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T14:59:52.916-03:00</updated><title type='text'>buk por ele mesmo</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;trecho&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recebi as provas do novo livro hoje. Poesia. Martin disse que vai dar umas 350 páginas. Acho que os poemas são bons. Assalto ao trem. Sou um velho trem a vapor, correndo para o hipódromo.&lt;br /&gt;Levei umas duas horas para ler. Tenho certa prática nisso. As linhas rolam livremente e falam sobre o que quero que falem. Hoje, minha principal influência sou eu mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;à medida que vivemos, caímos e somos destroçados por várias armadilhas. Ninguém escapa delas. Alguns até mesmo convivem com elas. A idéia é se dar conta de que uma armadilha é uma armadilha. Se você está numa e não se dá conta, você está fodido. Acho que me dei conta na maioria das minhas armadilhas e escrevi sobre elas. É claro, nem tudo o que escrevi foi sobre armadilhas. Existem outras coisas. Ainda assim, alguns dizem que a vida é uma armadilha. Escrever pode ser uma armadilha. Alguns escritores tendem a escrever o que agradou seus leitores no passado. Daí, estão fodidos. A criatividade da maioria dos escritores tem vida curta. Ouvem os elogios e acreditam neles. Há apenas um juiz final do que foi escrito, que é o escritor. Quando é influenciado pelos críticos, editores, leitores, está acabado. E, é claro, quando for influenciado por sua fama e sua fortuna, você pode mandá-lo flutuando rio abaixo junto com a merda.&lt;br /&gt;Cada nova linha é um começo e não tem nada a ver com as linhas que a precederam. Todos começamos como novos, a cada vez. E, é claro, isso não tem nada de sagrado. O mundo pode viver muito mais facilmente sem livros do que sem encanamentos. E alguns lugares do mundo quase não têm nenhum dos dois. É claro, preferia viver sem encanamento, mas preciso dele porque estou doente.&lt;br /&gt;Não há nada que impeça um homem de escrever, a não ser que ele impeça a si mesmo. Se um homem quer realmente escrever, ele o fará. A rejeição e o ridículo apenas lhe darão mais força. E quanto mais for reprimido, mais forte ele se torna, como uma massa de água forçando um dique. Não há perdas em escrever; faz seus dedos do pé rirem enquanto você dorme; faz você andar como um tigre; ilumina seus olhos e coloca você frente a frente com a Morte. Você vai morrer como um lutador, será reverenciado no inferno. A sorte da palavra. Vá com ela, mande-a. Seja o Palhaço nas Trevas. É engraçado. Mais uma linha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charles Bukovski&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;camila ribeiro&lt;/strong&gt; leu e me matou de inveja enviando o trecho acima...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4852837188092700553-8494540809036753503?l=diariodebuk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodebuk.blogspot.com/feeds/8494540809036753503/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diariodebuk.blogspot.com/2009/10/buk-poe-ele-mesmo.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4852837188092700553/posts/default/8494540809036753503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4852837188092700553/posts/default/8494540809036753503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodebuk.blogspot.com/2009/10/buk-poe-ele-mesmo.html' title='buk por ele mesmo'/><author><name>samuca santos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LDrfOsWCBQA/TcQR2am33cI/AAAAAAAABjs/l2qSv_u0RwM/s220/samuca7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4852837188092700553.post-4287926916927774914</id><published>2009-09-29T11:20:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T19:42:47.538-03:00</updated><title type='text'>buk por ele mesmo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iIjY9_kXmpM/SsKNQEyky1I/AAAAAAAABQ8/Z0QrRjtF4S8/s1600-h/bukovski.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 366px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iIjY9_kXmpM/SsKNQEyky1I/AAAAAAAABQ8/Z0QrRjtF4S8/s400/bukovski.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387023411591826258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pense: além de tudo o que você sabe sobre &lt;strong&gt;bukovski&lt;/strong&gt; pela voz do seu alterego &lt;em&gt;henry chinaski&lt;/em&gt;, vai poder saber um pouco mais contado por buk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4852837188092700553-4287926916927774914?l=diariodebuk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodebuk.blogspot.com/feeds/4287926916927774914/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diariodebuk.blogspot.com/2009/09/buk-por-ele-mesmo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4852837188092700553/posts/default/4287926916927774914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4852837188092700553/posts/default/4287926916927774914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodebuk.blogspot.com/2009/09/buk-por-ele-mesmo.html' title='buk por ele mesmo'/><author><name>samuca santos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LDrfOsWCBQA/TcQR2am33cI/AAAAAAAABjs/l2qSv_u0RwM/s220/samuca7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iIjY9_kXmpM/SsKNQEyky1I/AAAAAAAABQ8/Z0QrRjtF4S8/s72-c/bukovski.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4852837188092700553.post-2026027439508919777</id><published>2009-09-15T09:16:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T15:09:46.018-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A espera de Buk</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EukiQj-veb4/Sq-FxDqxTMI/AAAAAAAAB1U/F1h_6z73fRU/s1600-h/1249610423_bukowski045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 234px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381667157575814338" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EukiQj-veb4/Sq-FxDqxTMI/AAAAAAAAB1U/F1h_6z73fRU/s320/1249610423_bukowski045.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Robinson Crusoe a gastar garrafas&lt;br /&gt;e garrafas para se salvar&lt;br /&gt;do imenso oceano&lt;br /&gt;desolado da palavra morte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A olhar para o lado, com os pés em terra&lt;br /&gt;um passo nas coisas reais e outro&lt;br /&gt;bêbedo nas estrelas&lt;br /&gt;Atado a coisas banais&lt;br /&gt;como esperar o metro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ou o resgate da máquina de escrever&lt;br /&gt;da casa de penhores.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;:  J.T.Parreira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4852837188092700553-2026027439508919777?l=diariodebuk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodebuk.blogspot.com/feeds/2026027439508919777/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diariodebuk.blogspot.com/2009/09/espera-de-buk.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4852837188092700553/posts/default/2026027439508919777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4852837188092700553/posts/default/2026027439508919777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodebuk.blogspot.com/2009/09/espera-de-buk.html' title='A espera de Buk'/><author><name>J.T.Parreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05483732432098431542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EukiQj-veb4/S4w0b13rQdI/AAAAAAAACW8/bZm6nrOLXMY/S220/ts%5B2%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EukiQj-veb4/Sq-FxDqxTMI/AAAAAAAAB1U/F1h_6z73fRU/s72-c/1249610423_bukowski045.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4852837188092700553.post-7119979840887737002</id><published>2009-09-14T08:53:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T09:20:49.839-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Madrigales de Buk (em albergue espanhol)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EukiQj-veb4/Sq4u-lizchI/AAAAAAAAB1M/n86HhqH7rrg/s1600-h/buk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 212px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381290257519178258" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EukiQj-veb4/Sq4u-lizchI/AAAAAAAAB1M/n86HhqH7rrg/s320/buk.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tradução em castelhano de 2001, do original The Roominghouse Madrigals, 1988.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;albergue espanhol é o lugar onde cabe tudo. E na poesia de Bukowski tudo cabe, toda a substância pura e sórdida da vida cabe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Até a crise global que se abateu sobre o sistema financeiro, tem uma antecipação (o conjunto dos poemas é de 1988) nos versos sobre o Dow Jones: «?cómo podemos aguantar?/ ?cómo podemos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;hablar de las rosas / o de Verlaine?»&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A poesia de Charles Bukwoski é quase tudo. Passos sóbrios e passos bêbedos nos astros. É um caminho sobre o século XX, sob o olhar lírico, duro, infantil, luxurioso, de Buk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4852837188092700553-7119979840887737002?l=diariodebuk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodebuk.blogspot.com/feeds/7119979840887737002/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diariodebuk.blogspot.com/2009/09/madrigales-de-buk-em-albergue-espanhol.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4852837188092700553/posts/default/7119979840887737002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4852837188092700553/posts/default/7119979840887737002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodebuk.blogspot.com/2009/09/madrigales-de-buk-em-albergue-espanhol.html' title='Madrigales de Buk (em albergue espanhol)'/><author><name>J.T.Parreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05483732432098431542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EukiQj-veb4/S4w0b13rQdI/AAAAAAAACW8/bZm6nrOLXMY/S220/ts%5B2%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EukiQj-veb4/Sq4u-lizchI/AAAAAAAAB1M/n86HhqH7rrg/s72-c/buk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4852837188092700553.post-5052932913754411839</id><published>2009-08-26T11:42:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T11:46:26.991-03:00</updated><title type='text'>buk ganha grupo de discussão</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iIjY9_kXmpM/SpVKLGsNMrI/AAAAAAAABIE/-4cPibTI69Y/s1600-h/log_enjoy.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 202px; height: 85px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iIjY9_kXmpM/SpVKLGsNMrI/AAAAAAAABIE/-4cPibTI69Y/s400/log_enjoy.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374283284971598514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;a partir de hoje &lt;strong&gt;buk&lt;/strong&gt; tem um grupo de discussão/divulgação no &lt;a href="http://www.enjoymybooks.com//index.php?id_group=9bf31c7ff062936a96d3c8bd1f8f2ff3"&gt;enjoymybook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;faça parte&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;faz diferença&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4852837188092700553-5052932913754411839?l=diariodebuk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodebuk.blogspot.com/feeds/5052932913754411839/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diariodebuk.blogspot.com/2009/08/buk-ganha-grupo-de-discussao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4852837188092700553/posts/default/5052932913754411839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4852837188092700553/posts/default/5052932913754411839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodebuk.blogspot.com/2009/08/buk-ganha-grupo-de-discussao.html' title='buk ganha grupo de discussão'/><author><name>samuca santos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LDrfOsWCBQA/TcQR2am33cI/AAAAAAAABjs/l2qSv_u0RwM/s220/samuca7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iIjY9_kXmpM/SpVKLGsNMrI/AAAAAAAABIE/-4cPibTI69Y/s72-c/log_enjoy.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4852837188092700553.post-3120200252246063073</id><published>2009-08-21T15:56:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T16:30:29.749-03:00</updated><title type='text'>buk em dourados, ms</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iIjY9_kXmpM/So7vbrgUSjI/AAAAAAAABE4/slQ_9VEK5UM/s1600-h/kleber.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iIjY9_kXmpM/So7vbrgUSjI/AAAAAAAABE4/slQ_9VEK5UM/s400/kleber.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372494664313358898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o bukowskiano &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;kleber félix&lt;/span&gt;, lá de &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;dourados&lt;/span&gt;, mato grosso do sul, está oferecendo o seu livrinho de poemas &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;charles bukowski tinha razão&lt;/span&gt;, que pode ser enviado pelos correios, basta emeliar:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="kleber.birigui@hotmail.com"&gt;kleber.birigui@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o livrinho tem 36 páginas, tamanho 15 x 11cm, e custa 5 réis...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kleber mantém o blog &lt;a href="http://guardanapodebuteco.zip.net/index.html"&gt;guardanapodebuteco&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4852837188092700553-3120200252246063073?l=diariodebuk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodebuk.blogspot.com/feeds/3120200252246063073/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diariodebuk.blogspot.com/2009/08/buk-em-dourados-ms.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4852837188092700553/posts/default/3120200252246063073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4852837188092700553/posts/default/3120200252246063073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodebuk.blogspot.com/2009/08/buk-em-dourados-ms.html' title='buk em dourados, ms'/><author><name>samuca santos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LDrfOsWCBQA/TcQR2am33cI/AAAAAAAABjs/l2qSv_u0RwM/s220/samuca7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iIjY9_kXmpM/So7vbrgUSjI/AAAAAAAABE4/slQ_9VEK5UM/s72-c/kleber.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4852837188092700553.post-9118754126763133640</id><published>2009-08-16T10:28:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T10:31:39.486-03:00</updated><title type='text'>carta de buk vale 3 mil réis</title><content type='html'>Uma carta com conselhos de Charles Bukowski à amiga e poetisa Ann Menebroker foi vendida, na semana passada, pelo site Abebooks. Sugestões do autor norte-americano para que Menebroker "aguentasse firme", foram arrematados por US$ 1,5 mil (R$ 2,9 mil), informou o jornal britânico The Guardian. O portal literário, uma espécie de grande sebo virtual, é especializado em livros usados e antigos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No texto, Bukowski diz à autora que "adoraria vê-la", mas não pode prometer "sexo ou amor, sequer compreensão". "Mas eu gostaria de vê-la", reitera. "Poderíamos tomar alguns drinques (...) e você pode ficar o quanto desejar. É sossegado aqui. As pessoas vêm, mas não ficam muito. Não tenho laços fortes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais adiante, o autor de Factotum e Pulp, entre outras obras – e que também atendia por "velho safado" – pede que Menebroker tenha paciência. "Segure firme, querida, agarre-se à porra das paredes, e logo você estará rindo, você estará pensando, 'como eu deixei isso mexer tanto comigo?'. Tudo o que precisamos é de tempo - para nos fortalecermos, sentirmo-nos melhor e, então, cometer os mesmos erros de novo."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morto em 1994, aos 73 anos, o poeta, romancista e roterista reconhece que a poetisa não é a única pessoa emocional do pedaço. "Também sou sentimental; quando os jogos começam - os duros jogos que homens e mulheres jogam uns com os outros -, eu perco."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para ler a carta na íntegra (em inglês), clique &lt;a href="http://www.abebooks.com/blog/index.php/2009/06/26/charles-bukowski-letter-to-ann-menebroker-sells-for-1500/"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fonte: &lt;a href="http://www.lpm-editores.com.br/v3/site/default.asp"&gt;L&amp;PM&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4852837188092700553-9118754126763133640?l=diariodebuk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodebuk.blogspot.com/feeds/9118754126763133640/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diariodebuk.blogspot.com/2009/08/carta-de-buk-vale-3-mil-reis.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link 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birthday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iIjY9_kXmpM/SogH-FRDKhI/AAAAAAAABDY/OsDPddt0b6Y/s1600-h/tbukowski_links.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 275px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iIjY9_kXmpM/SogH-FRDKhI/AAAAAAAABDY/OsDPddt0b6Y/s400/tbukowski_links.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370551318786288146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;um brinde aos amantes de &lt;strong&gt;buk&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;poesia de bukowski em português&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;texto de &lt;strong&gt;paulo franchetti&lt;/strong&gt;, na &lt;a href="http://www.germinaliteratura.com.br/enc_pfranchetti_r2.htm"&gt;germina&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4852837188092700553-1297968600926176359?l=diariodebuk.blogspot.com' alt='' 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/&gt;coberta com pássaros e coelhos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ela trouxe a sua própria garrafa&lt;br /&gt;a que juntas com magnificência&lt;br /&gt;2 copos;&lt;br /&gt;o marido, diz ela, está na Florida&lt;br /&gt;a irmã envia-lhe dinheiro e vestidos&lt;br /&gt;e ela tem procurado um emprego&lt;br /&gt;há 32 dias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tu dizes-lhe&lt;br /&gt;que és corrector de apostas e um&lt;br /&gt;compositor de jazz e de canções de amor,&lt;br /&gt;e depois de alguns copos&lt;br /&gt;ela não se incomoda com cobrir&lt;br /&gt;as pernas&lt;br /&gt;com a orla do&amp;nbsp;vestido sempre a afastar-se.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;não são nada mal feitas, suas pernas&lt;br /&gt;de facto, são perfeitas&lt;br /&gt;e em breve tu estás a beijar uma&lt;br /&gt;cabeça cheia de pedaços de papel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e os coelhos estão a começar&lt;br /&gt;a piscar, e a Florida é uma longa&lt;br /&gt;ausência, diz ela nós não somos estranhos&lt;br /&gt;porque me tem visto&lt;br /&gt;no corredor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e finalmente&lt;br /&gt;há muito pouco&lt;br /&gt;a dizer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tradução de J.T.Parreira&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4852837188092700553-7919170144990849195?l=diariodebuk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodebuk.blogspot.com/feeds/7919170144990849195/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diariodebuk.blogspot.com/2009/08/conversa-as-330-da-manha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4852837188092700553/posts/default/7919170144990849195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4852837188092700553/posts/default/7919170144990849195'/><link rel='alternate' 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quarto&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Graça Graúna, &lt;br /&gt;Nordeste do Brasil, &lt;br /&gt;11 de agosto de 2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4852837188092700553-5670713375971163045?l=diariodebuk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodebuk.blogspot.com/feeds/5670713375971163045/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diariodebuk.blogspot.com/2009/08/ao-bukowski-com-carinho.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4852837188092700553/posts/default/5670713375971163045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4852837188092700553/posts/default/5670713375971163045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodebuk.blogspot.com/2009/08/ao-bukowski-com-carinho.html' title='Ao Bukowski, com carinho'/><author><name>samuca santos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LDrfOsWCBQA/TcQR2am33cI/AAAAAAAABjs/l2qSv_u0RwM/s220/samuca7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4852837188092700553.post-5967306513174550683</id><published>2009-08-13T22:28:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T09:42:59.728-03:00</updated><title type='text'>buk continua em pasárgada</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;hoje&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;sexta&lt;/strong&gt;/14, tem mais &lt;strong&gt;bukowski&lt;/strong&gt; no espaço pasárgada - &lt;strong&gt;casa de manuel bandeira&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filme: “&lt;strong&gt;Barfly&lt;/strong&gt;” – Baseado na Obra de Charles Bukowsk, direção de &lt;strong&gt;Barbet Schroeder &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Performance: “&lt;strong&gt;Estranha Desordem no Coração da Noite&lt;/strong&gt;”&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;Grupo Totem&lt;/strong&gt;, direção de &lt;strong&gt;Fred Nascimento&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Debatedores: &lt;strong&gt;Eduardo Souza &lt;/strong&gt;e &lt;strong&gt;Galego&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14 | 19h&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;espaço &lt;strong&gt;pasárgada&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rua da união&lt;br /&gt;boa vista, recife&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4852837188092700553-5967306513174550683?l=diariodebuk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodebuk.blogspot.com/feeds/5967306513174550683/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diariodebuk.blogspot.com/2009/08/buk-continua-em-pasargada.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4852837188092700553/posts/default/5967306513174550683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4852837188092700553/posts/default/5967306513174550683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodebuk.blogspot.com/2009/08/buk-continua-em-pasargada.html' title='buk continua em pasárgada'/><author><name>samuca santos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LDrfOsWCBQA/TcQR2am33cI/AAAAAAAABjs/l2qSv_u0RwM/s220/samuca7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4852837188092700553.post-8706108405485131158</id><published>2009-08-13T10:45:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T10:54:38.301-03:00</updated><title type='text'>lara escreve sobre buk</title><content type='html'>"&lt;em&gt;Eu gosto de Bukowski, ele tem méritos principalmente estilísticos, mas eu faço restrições pricipalmente existenciais: começa pelo machismo, passa pelo alcoolismo, e entra no anti-misticismo.&lt;br /&gt;A narrativa simples é um grande mérito dele. 'Dizer coisas profundas em linguagem simples', como ele mesmo afirmava. Porém o machismo e o alcoolismo não eram bons exemplos para a juventude, pricipalmente os jovens escritores que poderiam ser tentados a imitá-lo no modo de vida. Ele também parece ser um desses 'pensadores' que não entendem os místicos, que se apegam à imanência contra a transcedência, ou seja, que fogem da tentativa de síntese dialética entre as duas&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lara&lt;/strong&gt;, alterego de &lt;strong&gt;luís miranda&lt;/strong&gt;, no recém-lançado &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;seleta da literatura visceral de lara&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, ed. do autor&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4852837188092700553-8706108405485131158?l=diariodebuk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodebuk.blogspot.com/feeds/8706108405485131158/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diariodebuk.blogspot.com/2009/08/lara-escreve-sobre-buk.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' 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style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;buk&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; na memória&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uma tranqueira esta vida&lt;br /&gt;cheia de atropelos&lt;br /&gt;e nós pelas costas&lt;br /&gt;um horror de coisas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a mão cheia de desejo&lt;br /&gt;o coração vazio&lt;br /&gt;e os olhos rasos de deserto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;traçar perspectivas&lt;br /&gt;estender linhas&lt;br /&gt;na palma do destino&lt;br /&gt;apelar pro infinito&lt;br /&gt;andar comer conversar&lt;br /&gt;ver gente gente gente&lt;br /&gt;fumar beber se drogar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uma tranqueira esta vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;texto antiguinho, publicado na coletânea &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;marginal recife&lt;/span&gt;, editada pela &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;fundação de cultura cidade do recife&lt;/span&gt;, 2003.&lt;br /&gt;revisto agora, sob a influência de buk, senti que cabe como uma luva (luva?)...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4852837188092700553-4999882618055276960?l=diariodebuk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodebuk.blogspot.com/feeds/4999882618055276960/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diariodebuk.blogspot.com/2009/08/hard-life.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4852837188092700553/posts/default/4999882618055276960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4852837188092700553/posts/default/4999882618055276960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodebuk.blogspot.com/2009/08/hard-life.html' title='hard life'/><author><name>samuca santos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LDrfOsWCBQA/TcQR2am33cI/AAAAAAAABjs/l2qSv_u0RwM/s220/samuca7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4852837188092700553.post-2995730981711063809</id><published>2009-08-09T18:30:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T18:36:25.990-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Charles Bukowski- An American Author</title><content type='html'>Um Forum completíssimo, onde tive o arrojo de editar uma versão em português do poema Confession e criar um sismo. &lt;a href="http://bukowski.net/forum/"&gt;Aqui &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4852837188092700553-2995730981711063809?l=diariodebuk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EukiQj-veb4/S4w0b13rQdI/AAAAAAAACW8/bZm6nrOLXMY/S220/ts%5B2%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4852837188092700553.post-1125465983191055681</id><published>2009-08-09T09:49:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T10:01:30.371-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='J.T.P.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Traduções'/><title type='text'>Confissão</title><content type='html'>À espera da morte&lt;br /&gt;como um gato&lt;br /&gt;que vai saltar na&lt;br /&gt;cama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;estou muito pesaroso&lt;br /&gt;pela minha mulher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ela verá este&lt;br /&gt;corpo&lt;br /&gt;duro&lt;br /&gt;e branco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uma vez e&lt;br /&gt;talvez outra&lt;br /&gt;o abanará&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;«Henri!»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o Henri não&lt;br /&gt;responderá.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não é a minha morte que&lt;br /&gt;me preocupa, é minha mulher&lt;br /&gt;sozinha com esta&lt;br /&gt;pira de nada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;não obstante&lt;br /&gt;eu quero&lt;br /&gt;que ela saiba&lt;br /&gt;que dormir&lt;br /&gt;todas as noites&lt;br /&gt;ao seu lado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e mesmo os mais inábeis&lt;br /&gt;argumentos&lt;br /&gt;foram coisas&lt;br /&gt;sempre esplêndidas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e as palavras&lt;br /&gt;difíceis&lt;br /&gt;que temi sempre&lt;br /&gt;dizer&lt;br /&gt;podem agora ser&lt;br /&gt;ditas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amo&lt;br /&gt;te.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Tradução: J.T.Parreira)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4852837188092700553-1125465983191055681?l=diariodebuk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodebuk.blogspot.com/feeds/1125465983191055681/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diariodebuk.blogspot.com/2009/08/confissao.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4852837188092700553/posts/default/1125465983191055681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4852837188092700553/posts/default/1125465983191055681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodebuk.blogspot.com/2009/08/confissao.html' title='Confissão'/><author><name>J.T.Parreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05483732432098431542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EukiQj-veb4/S4w0b13rQdI/AAAAAAAACW8/bZm6nrOLXMY/S220/ts%5B2%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4852837188092700553.post-7126196458107364927</id><published>2009-08-08T13:23:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T18:17:30.880-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Song of the Day: Bukowski</title><content type='html'>Ler e ouvir&lt;a href="http://makemeblushdrivemewild.blogspot.com/2008/09/song-of-day-bukowski.html"&gt; Aqui&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://makemeblushdrivemewild.blogspot.com/2008/09/song-of-day-bukowski.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;buk by &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;modest mouse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;letra no original, inglês, &lt;a href="http://makemeblushdrivemewild.blogspot.com/2008/09/song-of-day-bukowski.html"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4852837188092700553-7126196458107364927?l=diariodebuk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodebuk.blogspot.com/feeds/7126196458107364927/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diariodebuk.blogspot.com/2009/08/song-of-day-bukowski.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4852837188092700553/posts/default/7126196458107364927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4852837188092700553/posts/default/7126196458107364927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodebuk.blogspot.com/2009/08/song-of-day-bukowski.html' title='Song of the Day: Bukowski'/><author><name>J.T.Parreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05483732432098431542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EukiQj-veb4/S4w0b13rQdI/AAAAAAAACW8/bZm6nrOLXMY/S220/ts%5B2%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4852837188092700553.post-2971594535325589518</id><published>2009-08-08T12:20:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T12:40:08.714-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Poema nos meus 43 anos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iIjY9_kXmpM/Sn2X94QWmmI/AAAAAAAAA_4/Fh7Vz1l_BsE/s1600-h/bukowski_cria.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 388px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iIjY9_kXmpM/Sn2X94QWmmI/AAAAAAAAA_4/Fh7Vz1l_BsE/s400/bukowski_cria.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367613420224289378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terminar sozinho&lt;br /&gt;no túmulo de um quarto&lt;br /&gt;sem cigarros&lt;br /&gt;nem bebida —&lt;br /&gt;careca como uma lâmpada,&lt;br /&gt;barrigudo,&lt;br /&gt;grisalho,&lt;br /&gt;e feliz por ter&lt;br /&gt;um quarto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... de manhã&lt;br /&gt;eles estão lá fora&lt;br /&gt;ganhando dinheiro:&lt;br /&gt;juízes, carpinteiros,&lt;br /&gt;encanadores, médicos,&lt;br /&gt;jornaleiros, guardas,&lt;br /&gt;barbeiros, lavadores de carro,&lt;br /&gt;dentistas, floristas,&lt;br /&gt;garçonetes, cozinheiros,&lt;br /&gt;motoristas de táxi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e você se vira&lt;br /&gt;para o lado esquerdo&lt;br /&gt;pra pegar o sol&lt;br /&gt;nas costas&lt;br /&gt;e não&lt;br /&gt;direto nos olhos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;charles bukowski&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;este e outros poemas de buk, &lt;a href="http://www.germinaliteratura.com.br/bukowskipoemas.htm"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4852837188092700553-2971594535325589518?l=diariodebuk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodebuk.blogspot.com/feeds/2971594535325589518/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diariodebuk.blogspot.com/2009/08/poema-nos-meus-43-anos.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4852837188092700553/posts/default/2971594535325589518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4852837188092700553/posts/default/2971594535325589518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodebuk.blogspot.com/2009/08/poema-nos-meus-43-anos.html' title='Poema nos meus 43 anos'/><author><name>samuca santos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LDrfOsWCBQA/TcQR2am33cI/AAAAAAAABjs/l2qSv_u0RwM/s220/samuca7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iIjY9_kXmpM/Sn2X94QWmmI/AAAAAAAAA_4/Fh7Vz1l_BsE/s72-c/bukowski_cria.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4852837188092700553.post-3425720806851115577</id><published>2009-08-06T10:51:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T11:08:11.183-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O VELHO BUK FOI PRÁ PASÁRGADA (*)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iIjY9_kXmpM/Snrjjd_77fI/AAAAAAAAA-4/p88ghMAQEHk/s1600-h/bukowski057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 284px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iIjY9_kXmpM/Snrjjd_77fI/AAAAAAAAA-4/p88ghMAQEHk/s400/bukowski057.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366852104453090802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O &lt;strong&gt;Grupo Totem &lt;/strong&gt;estará apresentando três performances baseadas livremente na obra do escritor norte americano &lt;strong&gt;Charles Bukowski&lt;/strong&gt;. As performances serão acompanhadas por filmes que foram produzidos a partir de adaptações da obra do escritor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filme: “&lt;strong&gt;Factotum&lt;/strong&gt;” – Baseado na Obra de Charles Bukowski, direção de Bent Hamer&lt;br /&gt;Performance: “&lt;strong&gt;Bluebird&lt;/strong&gt;”- &lt;strong&gt;Grupo Totem&lt;/strong&gt;, direção de Fred Nascimento&lt;br /&gt;Debatedores: Fred Nascimento e Liana Gesteira&lt;br /&gt;7 | 19h&lt;br /&gt;Filme: “&lt;strong&gt;Barfly&lt;/strong&gt;” – Baseado na Obra de Charles Bukowsk, direção de Barbet Schroeder &lt;br /&gt;Performance: “&lt;strong&gt;Estranha Desordem no Coração da Noite&lt;/strong&gt;”- Grupo Totem, direção de Fred Nascimento&lt;br /&gt;Debatedores: Eduardo Souza e Galego&lt;br /&gt;14 | 19h&lt;br /&gt;Filme: “&lt;strong&gt;Crônica do Amor Louco&lt;/strong&gt;” – Baseado na Obra de Charles Bukowsk, direção de Marco Ferreri&lt;br /&gt;Performance: “&lt;strong&gt;O Amor é Um Cão dos Diabos&lt;/strong&gt;”- Grupo Totem, direção de Fred Nascimento&lt;br /&gt;Debatedores: Alexandre Figueirôa e Vavá Paulino&lt;br /&gt;21 | 19h&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01 a 30/08/2009&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Espaço &lt;strong&gt;Pasárgada&lt;/strong&gt;Rua da União, 263, Boa Vista&lt;br /&gt;info: &lt;strong&gt;3231 3994&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;(*) da agenda cultural da cidade do recife&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;imagem: sítio oficial de &lt;a href="http://bukowski.net/"&gt;buk&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4852837188092700553-3425720806851115577?l=diariodebuk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodebuk.blogspot.com/feeds/3425720806851115577/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diariodebuk.blogspot.com/2009/08/o-velho-buk-foi-pra-pasargada.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4852837188092700553/posts/default/3425720806851115577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4852837188092700553/posts/default/3425720806851115577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodebuk.blogspot.com/2009/08/o-velho-buk-foi-pra-pasargada.html' title='O VELHO BUK FOI PRÁ PASÁRGADA (*)'/><author><name>samuca santos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LDrfOsWCBQA/TcQR2am33cI/AAAAAAAABjs/l2qSv_u0RwM/s220/samuca7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iIjY9_kXmpM/Snrjjd_77fI/AAAAAAAAA-4/p88ghMAQEHk/s72-c/bukowski057.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4852837188092700553.post-187039756262934218</id><published>2009-08-06T10:47:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T10:50:11.072-03:00</updated><title type='text'>CHARLES BUKOWSKI</title><content type='html'>O fundo da garrafa&lt;br /&gt;de cerveja aumenta&lt;br /&gt;o colapso das coisas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desaparecem&lt;br /&gt;os olhos no interior&lt;br /&gt;as mãos dizem adeus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;desde o fundo da garrafa&lt;br /&gt;nós veremos um duro&lt;br /&gt;branco corpo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crónica de Portugal : &lt;strong&gt;J.T.Parreira&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;j.t.parreira também escreve &lt;a href="http://poetasalutor.blogspot.com/"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt; e &lt;a href="http://samucablogsantos.blogspot.com/"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;primeiríssima colaboração!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4852837188092700553-187039756262934218?l=diariodebuk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodebuk.blogspot.com/feeds/187039756262934218/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diariodebuk.blogspot.com/2009/08/charles-bukowski_06.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4852837188092700553/posts/default/187039756262934218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4852837188092700553/posts/default/187039756262934218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodebuk.blogspot.com/2009/08/charles-bukowski_06.html' title='CHARLES BUKOWSKI'/><author><name>samuca santos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LDrfOsWCBQA/TcQR2am33cI/AAAAAAAABjs/l2qSv_u0RwM/s220/samuca7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4852837188092700553.post-7588764141635295064</id><published>2009-08-05T10:44:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T10:47:09.522-03:00</updated><title type='text'>buk vem aqui</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iIjY9_kXmpM/SnoThwxbIyI/AAAAAAAAA-o/0SCwm7zaCUE/s1600-h/bukowski023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 182px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iIjY9_kXmpM/SnoThwxbIyI/AAAAAAAAA-o/0SCwm7zaCUE/s400/bukowski023.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366623376714179362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;dia 16, aniversário de charles bukowski&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;participe desta blogagem, emeiliando para:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;samucafsantos@gmail.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;fotos: sítio oficial de &lt;a href="http://bukowski.net/"&gt;buk&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4852837188092700553-7588764141635295064?l=diariodebuk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodebuk.blogspot.com/feeds/7588764141635295064/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diariodebuk.blogspot.com/2009/08/buk-vem-aqui.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4852837188092700553/posts/default/7588764141635295064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4852837188092700553/posts/default/7588764141635295064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodebuk.blogspot.com/2009/08/buk-vem-aqui.html' title='buk vem aqui'/><author><name>samuca santos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LDrfOsWCBQA/TcQR2am33cI/AAAAAAAABjs/l2qSv_u0RwM/s220/samuca7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iIjY9_kXmpM/SnoThwxbIyI/AAAAAAAAA-o/0SCwm7zaCUE/s72-c/bukowski023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
