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The above is a video poem I made. I call it a syllable poem, because it consist of only one-syllable words. I like to watch. Don't you?
STEFAN STENUDD
Auhtor, artist, aikidoka. What I do seems to begin with A. I guess that I could call myself an astrologer, too, after writing a couple of books about it, and studying the subject more than some would regard as wise.
I started writing at the age when I could, soon using my mother's overweight so called portable typewriter - today a machine of that size would be called a car.
I was probably even earlier with painting, as I guess and hope that most kids are. It got serious when I was about 13, and turned to oil colors. To the left is my very first oil painting. Leaving highschool, I wanted to be a painter. I still do, but writing got in the way.
I started training aikido, the peaceful Martial art, when I was 18. It was back in 1972. Fortunately, one of the few dojos at that time was in my area. To me it was like magic. Still is. And an art, of course.
Only the arts can keep me interested for any length of time. Only the arts contain a lasting challenge for the mind and soul.
My own books are mostly in Swedish, but lately a few have been published in English - and more are to come. My first book in English is the one to the right, called Murder. It's not a crime story, but kind of a thought book about life, death, and the meaning of it all... For more about my books, check Amazon or my website stenudd.com
Here is a video taped recital of the beginning of my book Murder:

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

The first ones that come to mind are all dead, in some cases very long ago. Maybe they did not even exist. Contemporary celebrities usually reach us all with the most interesting thing about them: their art.

So, I'd like to meet fascinating people in everyday life, and I do. You probably don't know them. On the other hand, you might be one of them.

My Blog

Life, that is

Life, that is.June 17, 2007(syllable poem)   What's the point of it?Where does it lead to life, that is? We're born with a scream,and we die with a sigh and then what? Well, that's too much for...
Posted by on Mon, 10 Sep 2007 18:08:00 GMT