Foreword

 

“The author is the first reader of his book; as to the last, I would leave it to impression.”

                                                                                        —The Author

 

Writing a book necessitates not only inspiration but also a great deal of impression. But coming up with an inspiring one is not that easy.  Just try to imagine an author “burning in midnight oil” (as I prefer to call it) or deliberately starving himself just to seize the alighting inspiration which suddenly slips away in the split of seconds if not heeded; or imagine him looking into the stormy sky, standing crazily in the rain groping for inspiration waiting to be struck by a flash of lightning and thunderbolt for his ideas to pop up into mushrooming of August to bring out an exotic soup in the literary dish.

 

Writing poems is fun, especially parodies. It is a mixture of everything you can conceive of from old to new, from simple to complex, from sane to weird ideas to bring out the better taste for the readers. As you read, try to make “sense” out of “nonsense”; but never reverse the process or else you will miss the essence of reading and go against the course of literary principle. If you feel inspired to read, go on in the light of that inspiration and let your common sense tell you it’s really worth reading. If in the course of reading you feel inclined to stop, do so with in-depth thinking and reflection. Use every power of your imagination to recreate fresh and bright ideas and link the message to you personally and to the world. There is more to life than we think. We have so much to discover; there’s so much goodness we can do.

 

Make the reading of books your passion. If you could smile for a while or laugh, relax and find enjoyment in reading this book, you’re on the right track for health, for life.  So make your reading of wholesome books as this an avenue to every opportunity; books shall still be read in heaven, anyway…

 

 

                                                                                                        P.P.F.

The Passionate Author to His Readers

 

A Parody of Christopher Marlowe’s Poem ‘The Passionate Shepherd to His Love”

 

Come, read with me and be my love,

And we will all the pleasures prove

That valleys, groves, hills and fields,

Woods or steepy mountain yields.

 

And we will sit upon the racks,

Seeing the shelf filled fades with plucks,

By shallow readers to whose faults

Melodious bards sing madrigals.

 

And I’ll make thee pairs of eyeglasses

You’ll see a thousand wonders in the haze,

A cop of power and a courtier

Invaders all with lives of mirth tale;

Impressum

Verlag: BookRix GmbH & Co. KG

Tag der Veröffentlichung: 08.02.2015
ISBN: 978-3-7368-7655-2

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Widmung:
For Rosly, my Eternal Companion and Hans Paulo, our Celestial Angel