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They Live Among Us
An anxious woman telephoned a child welfare agency in New York City and said, "I'm a single mom with eight kids.  What're you gonna do about it?"

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A Maritime Commission Victory Ship during WWII.

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THEY GO TO SEA--The Story of an American Merchant Ship and the Battle of the Atlantic in World War II
Size: 5-1/2"x8-1/2"
305 Pages
14 Illustrations
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A FIRST NOVEL, this maritime tale brings to life the courage of our American merchant seamen and Naval Armed Guard gun crews on convoy duty to England.  The narrative describes in harrowing detail the torpedoing of merchant ships by the German U-boats and how the fatal toll of 1 out of 26 American seafarers was effected.  This is the highest ratio of men killed in battle, more than all the Armed Services combined.

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SYNOPSIS

Underage for the Navy, young Ken Mason, impressionable and adventurous, enlists in the United States Maritime Service and undergoes radio operator training during the summer after graduating from high school.
 
For the past year and currently, Nazi U-boats in a feeding frenzy are sinking dozens of ships up and down the US East Coast and far out to sea. Ken, whose father is a New York admiralty lawyer, has, in his father's words "run away to sea," survives a convoy run across the Atlantic to England. He ships out again upon his return to New York.
 
As the assemblage of ships disappears over the eastern horizon on its way to England, Ken Mason and his shipmates must now face the U-boat menace in the bloody North Atlantic Ocean. This time his ship, however, damaged during a storm, must drop out of the convoy, and return to Halifax, Nova Scotia, for repairs.  But, forebodingly, the newly launched SS Orion Victory is not alone.  She is being stalked by U-218, in the deadly periscope crosshairs of a soon-to-be submarine ace, Kapitänleutnant Walther Starken, better known to the U.S. Navy's COMEASTSEAFRON as "Iron Cross Wally."
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Review by a columnist of a local newspaper:

"They Go To Sea
is not just another war story about a war that took place long ago, but an engaging novel about the lives of these men, their loves, their families.  It is enjoyable reading.  Don't miss out on owning your personal hand-signed copy!  Buy it today!"

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World War II American Poster

"They go to sea, and back to sea, and back to sea again, until one wonders how it is possible to face the continued expectation of death or long chances of survival.  Those who have suffered the most seem the most anxious to get back to sea."
--January 1943 U.S. Government Report on Convoy Fatigue

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World War II American Poster

Comparison of Merchant Marine Casualty Rate to Other Services
Merchant Marine: Serving 243,000, War Dead 9,497, Per Cent 3.90, Ratio 1 in 26
Marine Corps: Serving 669,108, War Dead 19,733, Per Cent 2.94, Ratio 1 in 34
Army: Serving 11,268,000, War Dead 234,874, Per Cent 2.08, Ratio 1 in 48
Navy: Serving 4,183,466, War Dead 36,958, Per Cent 0.88, Ratio 1 in 114
Coast Guard: Serving 242,093, War Dead 574, Per Cent 0.24, Ratio 1 in 421
Total: Serving 16,576,667, War Dead 295,790, Per Cent 1.78, Ratio 1 in 56
(Note: Figures and graph copyrighted US Maritime Service Veterans at www.USMM.org)

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World War II British Poster

Prime Minister Winston Churchill:

"Wonderful exertions have been made by our Navy and our Air Force...and, need I say, by the officers and men of the Merchant Navy, who go out in all weathers and in the teeth of all dangers to fight for love of their native land for a cause they comprehend and serve."

A Sailor Serving in a Royal Canadian Navy Corvette:

"We had great respect for the merchant seamen.  I think they were underestimated, especially now by the British public today, because they talk about the Battle of Britain.  Granted the pilots did a marvelous, marvelous job, but when you stop and think, how did they get the fuel across to fly those planes, it was the merchant seamen.  And, honestly, I think they're the bravest men out, the Merchant Navy.

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World War II British Poster
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Maritime Commission T-2 tanker with crated planes on deck.
What Allied Seamen Faced At Sea:
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Armament on Deck of a U-boat

Kriegsmarine Admiral Karl Dönitz's Famous Four Imperatives For Sea Warfare:

1.  All attempts to rescue members of ships that have been sunk, including attempts to pick up swimmers, or to place food and water, will cease.  The rescue of survivors contradicts the elementary necessity of war for the destruction of enemy boats and their crew.

2.  The order for the capture of captains and chief engineers remain in force.

3.  Survivors may only be rescued when interrogation may be of value to the U-boat.

4.  Be severe.  Remember that in his bombing attacks on German cities the enemy has no regard for women and children.

President Franklin D. Roosevelt:

"The men of our American Merchant Marine have pushed through despite the perils of the submarine, the dive-bomber, and the surface raider.  They have returned voluntarily to their jobs at sea again and again, because they realized that the lifelines to our battlefronts would be broken if they did not carry out their vital part in this global war."

General Douglas MacArthur:

"I wish to commend to you the valor of the merchant seamen participating with us in the liberation of the Philippines.  With us they have shared the heaviest enemy fire.  On this island I have ordered them off their ships and into foxholes when their ships became untenable targets of attack.  At our side they have suffered in bloodshed and in death.  The caliber of efficiency and the courage they displayed in their part of the invasion of the Philippines marked their conduct throughout the entire campaign in the southwest Pacific area.  They have contributed tremendously to our success.  I hold no branch in higher esteem than the Merchant Marine."

Historian John Keegan:

The 30,000 men of the British Merchant Navy who fell victim to the U-boats between 1939 and 1945...[and]...their American, Dutch, Norwegian or Greek fellow mariners...stood nevertheless between the Wehrmacht and the domination of the world.

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World War II Poster

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Author with Chief Abbot Gyoshu Oi (extreme left) and other priests and monks of Kencho Ji, Kamakura.

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THE LAST OF ALL DESIRE--Being the Story of a Search for Zen
Size: 5-1/2"x8-1/2"
344 Pages
28 Illustrations
Bibliography

THIS REMARKABLE SECOND NOVEL recounts the fated attraction of an American seaman and a beautiful Japanese girl, whose lives--and fortunes--are greatly influenced by their Zen Master.  What advice does he give them in how to deal with her forthcoming marriage to her deceased father's chosen groom, though she is desperately in love with Ken Mason, newly thrust into her life, as he is with her, the ethereal young woman who is called Lily Blossom Kane?

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SYNOPSIS

Searching for the meaning of life is itself another way of life. And no matter how hard we try, we won’t realize our true purpose until the very end. The road to destiny begins as the author tells a compelling story of culture, personality and love with the release of his critically-acclaimed novel.

The Last of all Desire
is a fictional account of the author's chance stumbling upon a small solitary Buddhist temple on a hill in Sasebo, Japan, on a hot August afternoon. The book continues the story of Ken Mason, who sails the Seven Seas in a state of disquietude. After surviving from the destruction of his ship during World War II, Ken embarks on a search that his late mother described as his destiny. Three years later, he reaches the end of his quest and arrives at the port city of Ryumachi on Kyushu Island, Japan. Its harbor has the ominously jagged shape of a dragon's mouth. As he saunters down the gangway Ken has no idea what awaits him in that creature's fiery lair...except a slight foreboding that he has passed the point of no return. Is Ken doomed? Only time will tell.

With its compelling plot, detailed setting, and interesting cast of characters, The Last of all Desire is essentially a tireless search for life’s meaning expressed through the views of the protagonist, Ken Mason. Along the way, the book brings to its readers an in-depth focus on Zen Buddhism, the conflict between love of family and traditions, the culture and norms of Japan, and the complications of the power of love.
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Lily Blossom Kane's father, aristocratic Admiral Kantaro Kane and her two naval officer brothers were killed in the war, leaving her the sole provider for her grieving mother who has gone quietly mad.  The forlorn young woman is in the process of converting from her native Shinto religion to Buddhism to find some surcease from their pain.  She is presently studying under the aged reclusive priest in the neglected temple perched high on a hill, overlooking the town of Ryumachi, on the island of Kyushu.  The time is immediately post-war under the United States Army of Occupation in Japan.  She is carrying a book, the contents of which describe some fearful antics of the ancient Zen masters.

Excerpt from Chapter One:

     Months ago convinced that she was safe from rape by the foreign barbarians (as the newspapers had warned the populace), Lily Blossom had abandoned the guise of a street urchin and had dressed in bright kimono.  The 'rikisha ride along Festival Drive, indulged in purely for relaxation and enjoyment, after leaving the chauffeured Ford at City Hall, was a visual delight.  She wore a fresh yellow yukata--a light, airy summer kimono--and waved happily to her many school friends who recognized her.  Boisterous enemy soldiers from the occupying Army, whom she hardly noticed, drove their mammoth olive-green military trucks along the earthen streets, sending up clouds of dust; and though they noticed her and whistled short, strange tunes, no one approached her.
     She climbed the stone steps, then turned into the dirt path that led farther up to Tombo Ji.  At the tea table, she placed the Mumonkan, a Zen textbook she had been carrying, on top of a cloth-bound sutra--The Lankavatara, she saw.
      "I've studied this for what seems an eternity, Honorable Grandfather, but I still can't penetrate its core.  I'm afraid you'll cut off my finger, punch me in the mouth, or hit me over the head with that stick.  I give up.  Here, take it back."
     Everything she said had been recounted in the book.  Lily Blossom did not intend to become another victim.
     Ojiisan nodded and let the zenroku lay where it was.
     Lily Blossom added, "I'm sure I'll understand Buddhism some day, but I'm just as sure it'll be a lifetime before I begin to understand Zen.  Or your honorable self.  Forgive me, Ojiisan."
     He nodded again.  "I'm thirsty.  Would you make some tea, Yurime-chan?"
     She rose quickly.  "How thoughtless of me!  Immediately, Master."
     When she returned and he sipped from his cup, he could not control a happy grin from spreading across his features.
     "Ah," he said, "so.  But I see that you do understand Zen."
     A slight--very slight--glimmer of understanding came to her, and a sudden laugh erupted from her shiny pink mouth.
     "Blessed Ojiisan, I should have known you were up to your old tricks again!"

REVIEWS OF THE LAST OF ALL DESIRE

"David Arturi obviously has an intimate knowledge of Japan...about history, customs, atmosphere, daily living... He writes very well indeed, and fascinatingly."  --Dan Wickenden, Editor, Harcourt Brace Jovanovich, Inc. Publishers, New York, N.Y.

"This book truly is a labor of love, meticulously written, and surely something the author has cared about deeply." 
--Eleanor S. Rawson, Executive Editor, David McKay Company, Inc. Publishers, New York, N.Y.

"Mr. Arturi is quite skilled in his character studies, and by playing out strong feelings against fixed social patterns he creates many interesting textual qualities throughout. The first problem I detected...the Zen student is asked, apparently, to believe in a paradox: he must study, yet his books are called worthless in teaching him what he needs to know. The author handles these episodes very charmingly and knowingly." 
--Lambert Wilson, A Complete Literary Service, New York, N.Y.

"We've found the book delightful, and its content compelling. Thanks for this novel, which has proved to be an especially enjoyable reading experience." 
--Scott Meredith (Original) Literary Agency, Inc. New York, N.Y.

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Juniper Tree Planted in Kencho Ji From Seeds Carried From China By Rankei Doryu, 1253 A.D.
The 750th Anniversary of the Founding of Kencho Ji
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In center: Gyoshu's son Rev. Etsuo (r.), grandson Rev. Hirofumi (l.), and some family members. 2003
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Perfection
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Dai Butsu Amidabha

Sign posted at the entrance to Kotoku-in Ji, on which ground sits the famous bronze statue of Dai Butsu (Amidabha), the Great Buddha of Kamakura, Japan:

STRANGER, WHOSOEVER THOU ART and whatsoever be thy creed, when thou enterest this sanctuary remember thou treadest upon ground hallowed by the worship of ages. This is the temple of Buddha and the gate of the eternal and should therefore be entered with reverence.

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When a wise man hears the law,
his mind is at rest.       --Buddha

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Civil War Memorial Arch in Grand Army Plaza, Brooklyn, NY.

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THE BELVEDERES OF BROOKLYN--
A Family's Attempt to Conquer the 1930s
Size: 6"x9"
340 Pages
22 Illustrations

THE AUTHOR'S THIRD OPUS is a stirring Italian-American novel that is bold and honest in its treatment of detailing the years of America's Great Depression.  It is also a virtual guided tour through the wonders of the architecture and history of the former Dutch town of Breukelen, then becoming the City of Brooklyn, and eventually one of the five boroughs of the City of New York.  The entire story, based on some true incidents, is, however, a fictional memoir, a stunning roman à clef, passionate in its themes, yet thought provoking, engrossing, and volcanic.

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SYNOPSIS

The author, a loyal and loving Brooklynite, has written a novel celebrating the borough of his birth, from the in depth descriptions of the Grand Army Plaza and the Battle of Long Island (in Brooklyn) in Prospect Park to the Battle at Jamaica Pass, near present day Aqueduct racetrack; from the limestone mansions lining once-prestigious Bushwick Avenue to the weekly amateur hours in the RKO Bushwick and Loew's Gates theaters on Broadway.

So exact is his documentation of historical fact and events that the novel could properly be called a masterful example of roman á clef, the definition of which we all know to mean that the writer bases his story on empiricism behind a veil of fiction.  But, in this author's case, the creativity flows more from his heart than from his intellect.  The result is a stunning emotional journey from childhood into adulthood, and one that helps us empathize with the bewilderment of the four children of the title, including their bitterly socialistic father and vengeance-seeking stepmother who has sworn to a vendetta in Little Italy.  The story invokes the heartache of innocence lost--of dashed hopes--of abandonment--of dreams destroyed.

Similar in varying degrees of intensity and poignancy to John Steinbeck's Grapes of Wrath and Pietro Di Donato's Christ in Concrete, this tale of the struggling Belvederes depicts the challenges confronting Italian-American immigrants struggling to overcome the odds placed before them to survive during the Depression years of the 1930s.  Remember:
 
The scaffolds are not safe,
 for the rich must ever profit more.
                                           --Pietro Di Donato,
   Christ in Concrete, 1939   
   
The central character Adrian, a recently graduated parochial school boy shamelessly seduced by a beautiful widow neighbor, develops into a tragic figure yet is elevated through classical and historical allusions in this coming of age novel.  He and his siblings have their American dreams, but, before attaining them, they have to wrestle with individual fears and uncertainties.

That each of the Belvederes accomplishes their journey fulfilled, however, must be a testament of human aspirations visualized then verbalized and gained.  These separate pursuits are destined to become factual for them--just as man is destined to progress toward fulfillment himself.
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Following is a review by Dr. Patricia Wellington who is a retired English professor and freelance writer.
March 2, 2007

The Belvederes of Brooklyn is David Arturi's tribute to the Brooklyn of his youth in the Depression-era 1930s.  It is part memoir, part fiction, but with few exceptions, he declines to tell us which is which.  Though there's a huge cast of characters representing a cross section of Brooklynites, two families dominate--the wealthy Vandermeers and the poor, blighted Belvederes.

Early in the novel hedonistic widow Maureen Vandermeer, who preys on young boys her children's ages, has fixated on the younger Belvedere son, Adrian, who bears a striking resemblance to the Roman Antinous, who was deified in his lifetime for his celebrated, breathtaking beauty.

Interestingly, the history of the Belvedere family mirrors Arturi's own as he tells us in "About the Author."  Marius Belvedere leaves Italy for America hoping to find a better life.  But his wife Anna develops an inoperable brain tumor for which medical science at the time offers little treatment.

At her deathbed, she asks her older son, Rick, to get the family out of the city to a place of fresh air--perhaps the mountains.  He is thwarted in his mission, however, when Marius loses his job and is forced to put the four children--Paula, Rick, Adrian, and Linda--in Catholic orphanages.  Blaming America for his wife's death, he returns to Italy.

Six years later, Marius returns to America to claim his abandoned children.  He has recently married Claudia, an Italian-American New Yorker.  By then, they feel little loyalty toward him and plot their escapes from Brooklyn.

Arturi's Brooklyn is a sexy place, a sort of an X-rated A Tree Grows in Brooklyn, full of fondling, "I'll show you mine if you show me yours," and explicit sex acts.  Even the architecture, according to the author, encourages carnality: "She met him in the vestibule, which is Brooklyn's secret sex chamber.  Amorous adventures take place in there at night, from a hesitant first kiss between pre-teens and the culmination of stand-up copulation.  The tiled vestibule at midnight was an erotic sanctuary securely locked between two doors."

Those familiar with Brooklyn should delight in the many place names, yesteryear's close-knit neighborhoods of candy stores and parks, nostalgic memorabilia, side trips in history, and well-placed old photographs corresponding to the content.
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The Madragone Head of Antinous 130 A.D. Marble. Louvre. Height 37".
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Roman Emperor P. Aelius Hadrianus 117-138 A.D. Patron of Antinous
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Congestion at Prospect Park Boat House, Brooklyn NY 1945
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Coney Island's Famous Wonder Wheel, Brooklyn, N.Y. 1940s
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Crowded Coney Island, est. 1,000,000 bathers, Brooklyn, N.Y. 1940s

From the Author:

Any resemblance between the lives of the siblings mentioned earlier and the four Belvedere children in this fictional memoir is coincidental only to the extent that a great deal of the depicted events must be attributed to the writer's lively imagination.  However, true episodes portrayed are not merely coincidental.  They are, well, true.

When World War II swept across the globe, the author enlisted in the Navy after graduating high school.  Upon being discharged, he pursued his career in maritime radiotelegraphy by going to sea in the U.S. Merchant Marine for more than four decades.  And, as you will see below, by visiting more than 100 countries and places where, in discussions with innumerable persons of various official positions and dispositions, would return home to New York in shock and awe at the world's complexity.

What you will read in this novel are factual and fictional episodes from his life in Brooklyn.  It is just this method of interpreting those life-altering events and one's reactions to them that prompted the writer to use a new phrase, Realistic Fiction Writing in the 21st Century,  that appears on this web site.

Stand upright, speak thy thought, declare
The Truth thou hast, that all may share
Be bold, proclaim it everywhere.
They only live who dare.

--Editorial Masthead of DAWN, Karachi, Pakistan's English language daily newpaper.
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Official emblem and flag of the United States Merchant Marine designed by the U.S. Army Institute of Heraldry and first displayed in 1994.  Reference to the year 1775 is to John Paul Jones, father of the U.S. Navy, who first converted his ships from merchant service to the newly authorized naval forces.  Other merchant ships, under letters of marque issued by George Washington, then joined naval ships in seeking out and destroying ships of the British fleet.

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Chelsea, Massachusetts 8-Day Clock in Ship's Radio Room

The Significance of a Ship Radio Officer's Clock

1) Prior to sending an SOS, international radio regulations require you to send out an automatic alarm to alert ships of your distress situation.  Turn on your main CW transmitter and guided by the red peripheral bands on the clock's face, depress telegraph key for 4 seconds, then release it for 1 second.  Do this for a minimum of 4 dashes.  Do it for more than that (for 1 minute)  to allow for bursts of static on 500 kHz (the International Calling and Distress frequency) that might corrupt any sequence of those 4 dashes.  The result of that Morse code signal would be loud almost ear-shattering alarm bells going off on the bridge, in the radio room and in the radio officer's cabin, on every ship within a nominal 300-400-mile range at sea.  Regulations state to wait 2 minutes (to allow time for the other radio operators to get out of their sacks and rush next door to their radio shacks).  Of course, in an ultra emergency, you can dispense with this option and immediately pound the brass to transmit your SOS.
2) The red "bowtie" appearing at H:15 to H:18 and at H:45 to H:48 is called "the silent periods."  Ships and marine coastal radiotelegraph stations, standing watch on 500 kHz, are forbidden to transmit any Morse code signals other than a bonafide SOS on that frequency.  This silent period ensures that faint distress signals, not only stronger calls, are heard to be acted upon.
3)  By radio regulations, the clock must be checked daily with a standard time signal propagated by various national services covering the globe such as that broadcast by the United States's Bureau of National Standards at Fort Collins, Colorado.  The black hour and minute hands must be (and are) set to UTC (Universal Coordinated Time, formerly known as GMT--Greenwich Mean Time), while the small silver hour hand (mostly obscured under  the hour hand) can be set to ship's local time.  The clock, made to strict specifications that keep it accurate for at least 8 days, is wound customarily once weekly.  The small dark circle above the "6" on the clock's face is the indentation for the square hollow shaft brass winding key.
4)  These routine daily tasks must be entered into the radio log when they are performed, noting  the number of seconds gained or lost in the past 24 hours.  If no signals are heard during the silent period (above), the correct log entry must only be "SILENT PERIOD OBSERVED--NO SIGNALS HEARD."  If you do hear Morse code signals, you must enter the time and call sign of the offending ship or coast station.  These radio logs are sent to the Federal Communications Commission at the end of each voyage.

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Author in Radio Room of SS Carroll Victory/WRRS 1951


How I Became A Writer

What makes a guy want to write? What's the impetus? I was hanging out with the guys on the corner of Putnam and Ralph Avenues in Brooklyn on a summer's eve and said "...I subscribe to the theory that I'm gonna be a writer some day." They mocked me. "Why are you using such big words? Subscribe? To what?" Not being one to tolerate mocks lightly, I replied, "That I'm gonna write about something some day. Not you guys, though! You're mocking me. Anyway, it's a feeling I got. You just watch."

And, sure enough, one day it happened. An insect planted the seed. I was in Port Said, Egypt, once (actually, I've been there numerous times). I was sitting outside a bar drinking beer, watching the passing parade. A very dark black fly (or flies) was buzzing me. I shooed it away. It flew back and brushed my forehead. A thought came to mind: "...the persistence of a Port Said fly..." I immediately understood that those were the words of a writer. I'd never said or thought of anything like that in my life before. I savored the words, the rhythm of them, the alliteration, too. The phrase was indelibly saved to the hard drive in my brain. But, I have yet to use it, I think. You, however (the guy who's reading this), may use it anytime you wish. But, buy one of my books, at least, if you do.

It's not only in Port Said that you have to contend with these little buggers. I was also in a bar in Mauritania, then walked outside to the vast expanse of sand and sky, drinking my beer, where there are swarms of these black predators whirring in dark clouds in nooks and crannies of sand-colored buildings. They, too, are persistent little rascals.

(Side note: The Sahara desert seen here is an astonishing thing. Strong winds from the east pile up sand and form high cliffs at the water's edge. These steep mounds stare out over the blue-white sky and sea of the blustery Atlantic Ocean. And, while you're standing there, teetering on the extreme western edge of the African continent, you realize that our hurricanes are spawned here. This is where I fell in love with the Sahara desert. It's awe-inspiring. I also flew over this fabled, horizon less desolation--and was further awed--on a flight from Durban to Johannesburg to the Congo for refueling and passenger loading and disemplaning, and then on to Nice, France. But, don't believe for a moment that the Sahara is barren, unfruitful, or a wasteland. It is not. The desert is a wonder and a Creative Force in our existence. The refreshing wind, the blowing sand, the endless vista renews your spirit, filling you with a strange calm and joy. The final and most welcome gift that this marvel of Nature bestows upon you, however, is the instantaneous satori or blessed understanding that you who are reading this and I [the guy who's standing on the cliff of sand washed by the foaming, crashing white waves of the azure Atlantic] are nothing--nothing--nothing but inconsequential specks of dust in Buddha's eye, and should be humbled by that knowledge if we would only heed the voice of the Sahara.)

So, there you have it. The stirrings that makes a guy a writer. From a harmless thought spoken aloud in my youth on a Brooklyn brownstone stoop to the Nile delta, the journey's concluded. It helps a little bit more, though, to go to sea for 45 years to see the world and to go ashore and mingle with the natives such as the good people of Egypt, Mauritania, Morocco; and if in Europe, Germany, France, Italy, and if in Asia, every country in the area you can possibly visit during the few precious years that the gods have allotted us.

The following port visits, therefore, are laid out here to establish my bona fides and authority to say that I am an author--a writer at last who must state that my books are not entirely fiction. There are truths in them, some harsh, some profound, some debatable. But, all relevant. They're all summed up in the term I've applied to them: Realistic Fiction.

Author's Visits to Over 100 Countries and Places by Ship

Abu Dhabi                     Ethiopia                      Lake Erie                    Puerto Rico
Alaska                          France                        Lake Huron                 Quebec
Angola                          Germany (West)          Lake Michigan             Rastanura
Aruba                           Ghana (Gold Coast)      Lake Ontario               Santo Domingo
Australia                       Gibraltar                      Lebanon                      Sao Tome è Principe
Azores                          Greece                       Liberia                         Sardinia
Bahamas                      Greenland                   Libya                           Saudi Arabia
Bahrain                         Guam                         Malta                          Senegal
Bangladesh                   Guantanamo Bay        Mauritania                    Sicily
Belgium                        Guinea                       Mexico                         Sierra Leone
Brazil                            Hilo, Hawaii                Midway Island               Singapore
Cameroon                     Holland                       Mog Mog, Ulithi            Somalia
Canada                         Hong Kong                 Morocco (French)          South Africa
Canary Islands              Honduras                    Morocco (Spanish)        Spain
Cape Verde Islands       Iceland                        Mozambique                 Sri Lanka
Chile                            India                           Namibia (S.W. Africa)    Sudan
Colombia                      Indonesia                    New Caledonia              Tahiti
Congo (Fr. Eq. Africa)    Israel                          New Zealand                 Taiwan
Crete                            Italy                            Newfoundland               Tanzania
Curacao                        Ivory Coast                 Nigeria                          Thailand
Cyprus                         Jamaica                      Norway                         Trinidad
Dahomey                      Japan                         Nova Scotia                   Tunisia
Denmark                       Jordan                        Oahu, Hawaii                 Turkey
Djibouti                         Kauai, Hawaii              Okinawa                        Venezuela
Dubai                           Kenya                          Pakistan                       Viet Nam (South)
Ecuador                        Korea (South)              Panama                        Virgin Islands
Egypt                           Kuwait                         Peru                             Yemen
England                        Labrador                      Philippines                     Zaire (Belg. Congo)
                                                                                                        
  

REALISTIC FICTION WRITING IN THE 21ST CENTURY!
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Aurora Borealis


  
        

TRIUMPH OF THE SPIRIT

An Existential Poem
On the Occasion Of The
Exiting From The World Stage
Of The Most Reviled Man On Earth

By David Arturi
Begun on January 20, 2009

Revised on July 4, 2009
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At last, America is free
Is free to breathe again
The air of Liberty!

At last, the night has turned to day
Though years of fearful dark
Denied our Liberty!
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