Bøger af Arthur Marinello

It was some years ago. I awoke in the early morning in a state of restlessness or quasi restlessness. Something needed to be expressed. The first line of a poem. And then another. And soon I had a poem. And now, many years later. Hundreds of poems largely unbidden and writing despite fading vision, I look back pleased at what I have done and wanting ever to do more.

The Writer is now well into his nineties. Continues to write. And happily so.

There was a time, early on, that the writer would write something, a poem, once every year or even two. But this volume was written in just one year's time. Sometimes he feels that he has little to do with it, consciously, directly.

The poet has traveled a bit, lived a lot, and of memories has much from whence comes the subject matter of his poetry, which, along with inspiration, is the source for his reflections seen herein.

Writing the lines contained in this volume has been, despite the pain associated with the subject, in some cases, a singular pleasure of creative expression. All that we do is art, but some art is practiced with an accompanying awareness of its blessed nature.Making furniture, cleaning house, cooking a meal, baking - - - - - - all is art - - - - and fortunate is the person who is aware of it.

It was some years ago.I awoke in the early morning in a state of restlessness or quasi restlessness.Something needed to be expressed. The first line of a poem.And then another. And soon I had a poem.And now, many years later. Hundreds of poems largely unbidden and writing despite fading vision, I look back pleased at what I have done and wanting ever to do more.