1. Juan-Paolo Perre reading the poem "A Captain's Ode" from the upcoming collection, "FITS & STARTS".

    A Captain’s Ode

    There are seas of stars
    That guide me to you.
    Collections of jagged rock
    And stones beneath me
    Which lead my steps closer.
    The fustian velvet of sky
    Is coarsely infinite.
    Captured, like the scalps
    Of adolescent young men:
    Brushed and combed and gathered in waves, forever
    Drawn against the tides of their heels –
    And the quarries of unsuccessful suitors
    With their amorous looks and dispositions
    Suddenly eroding
    And disappearing
    Into a smooth, discrete tranquility.

    Juan-Paolo Perre
    [Narrated by the author]

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  2. Siena Press/Siena Films presents a poem by Juan-Paolo Perre from the upcoming collection of poetry, "Fits & Starts" with a video created by me for my poem, "Starbucks: Sunset & Fairfax - Los Angeles".

    A poem inspired by my living in Los Angeles and dreaming about being back in Paris. With a great track by the legendary Jacques Brel - "La Valse a Mille Temps" to accompany.

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    Here's the poem:

    Starbucks: Sunset & Fairfax - Los Angeles

    This is not Café de Flores.
    This is not Café des Artistes...ni Pigalles...ni Monceau.
    Ceçi n'est pas une terrace.

    One worthy of passerby's furtive gazes
    Or insolent flirting by handsome
    Piques dâmes of a certain âge.

    This day, although famously clear
    Has no deep, calm memory
    Or gilded insinuation -
    Of Pauline Borghese's Jardin des Tuileries
    Or repurposed train depots
    Sighing with artist's watery impressions.

    The petits-fours are just “little fours...I think...” says the counter girl
    And the flaky, buttery crossed pain de la patrie
    Should refuse to answer when called
    Something contra-eponymously closer to a phase of the moon.

    The milles-feuille's sugary sheets
    May have all of the requisite parts
    But new and unimproved things
    Come between the Emperor's thousand wishes
    And the peaceful rest of chef La Varenne.

    These roads that flank me now
    Are thoroughfares not passageways:
    Epitomes of urban development, planning and upkeep.
    No whimsy here in these public works.
    No cobblestone grooves to trap
    High-healed women-on-the-side
    As they slip away to egress.

    Nor are they effortless ruelles
    Trod on back home with the daily bread,
    Shimmering from a moody autumnal shower
    That as night falls and repurposed gaslights caste
    Shadows, countless Hollywood directors
    Go dizzy and blatantly over budget
    To recreate it.

    ©2012 Juan-Paolo Perre

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  3. Siena Films & Siena Press present the Poetry-In-Film series featuring the poem, "Your Garden" by Juan-Paolo Perre.
    This is a preliminary draft. The final version will have the poet's voiceover of the poem. My voiceover...my poem.
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    Your Garden

    I believe I rolled over
    In my sleep last night
    And before I could hear your footsteps
    Descend on a fresh dawn of this month
    Of October, you had already
    Sealed and locked
    The door behind you
    And joined
    The procession of stars
    That recedes into the ever growing
    Brightness of the Western sky.

    You couldn't have been dressed
    In more than nightclothes
    So when I woke and didn't call your name
    The house was full of questions.

    All I expected I saw
    Looking out over this early city
    From a window of our house:
    A series of long distance drivers
    And freelance deliverers.

    You bare shoulders
    Flush and fluid
    As acres laid down on this earth
    And I wonder what they tell you.

    Some steady drops of pre-dawn light
    Funneled through the palm
    Of a leaf and the moon
    Is a shattered street lamp
    On the corners of Rattlesnake Drive
    And Fortune.

    These days are becoming colder
    By a wind thinking a thousand thoughts.
    The fruit of the vine is bursting
    Magnificent grace, blushing
    Into a thousand peculiar memories.

    The snows can come now
    At any time in this part of the world.

    You'll try to count
    Each and every flake
    And I'll watch your eyes
    Blur, fall and fail.

    © 2012 Juan-Paolo Perre

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