The Daily Agony Of Theophil Magus

Authors Confession:
The Daily Agony of Theophil Magus

Jazz & Blues Haiku Novel for Anna-Maria



Dear Reader,


In the beginning of the twenty-one century, year 2011, somewhere in the North-East of the USAs Promised Land of Loneliness, there is a dwarfish State where, more or less, the peoples life is flowing under the irrefutable conclusion of the officer from Kafkas Penal Colony: Guilt is always beyond any doubt. Yes, this is the supreme commandment. Yes, the almighty State and its Police & Justice rule everything and everyone. Human kind and Nature, as well. Personal life, family, children, alas! children; culture and religion are no more than some ridiculous ghosts of a lost free-world . . .


For a genuine artist the daily life here is nothing else but an endless swamp of sadness, distress and finally, death.


How could you describe such a tragic reality using the way of a classic or contemporary novel? For me - no doubt - the normal way . . . definitely is a dead end.


Therefore - I used again the Haiku (yes, this is my second Haiku Novel; the first one I published in 2007 under the title: Theophil Magus in Baton Rouge - a Haiku Novel).


Dear Reader, you have here almost 170 haiku composing the novel of the daily agony of Theophil Magus inside that dwarfish State of the USAs Promised Land of Loneliness.


Yet, now you have something never made before in the literature worldwide: also, you have almost 170 jazz and blues masterpieces of great musicians . . . No question, I offer you almost 170 jazz and blues pieces for almost 170 haiku . . .


Every haiku is ended and splendidly illustrated by a jazz or blues masterpiece, having the title and the name of the musician or band who performs it, as its displayed on youtube.com. Indeed, you click on youtube.com, listen the jazz or blues masterpiece and . . . read my haiku . . .


Beyond a doubt, you will get the thrilling, you will feel your own catharsis - you will live the Daily Agony of Theophil Magus.


And - one day, probably you will be free . . .