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Arthur Weil (September 4, 1925 - present) is an American poet who has published 21 collections of prose. His work has won numerous National awards and he is a noted local Holocaust speaker. He resides in Piedmont, California.

Biography
“Some of us are so brittle we are kept together with pins and paperclips

until someone staples us together...”

This is just one of the many aphorisms Arthur Weil has written. He started writing poetry 15 years ago and has penned over 10,000 poems and 4,000 aphorisms. An award winning poet, he has published 21 books of poetry, including his own photography and fun sayings. “Arthur Weil's poetry illuminates all the possibilities of life, beautifully, in words that take one by surprise. His insights and revelations give one a profound realization that life is an incredibly rich experience to be savored each day, and that only the examined life is worth living.” -- Jerome Kirk

Born in Germany in 1925, Arthur came to the United States as a child in the “Kindertransport” from Germany and spent his formative years in Chicago where he received his B.A. in history from Roosevelt University. He later earned an M.A. in history at DePaul University, graduating as the only Magna Cum Laude. At the University of California, Berkeley. He served in the U.S. Army during World War II, and experienced the London Buzzbomb Raids in 1944 early ’45 and served in France and Belgium as a member of the combat engineers, feeding over 10 Million people. He then acted as an interpreter in the US for the 400,000 German prisoners of war.

Arthur taught History and German in public schools for twenty-seven years. In 1975, he established Art Realty. He has resided in Piedmont, California for over 40 years. He is an avid theater and art aficionado and is also an active member of several non-profit organizations. Arthur has traveled extensively in Europe, Asia and the Middle East and Canada. In August 2014, he traveled to Berlin for a special event honoring Holocaust survivors and visited Auschwitz where many of his family members had died.

Arthur has a wonderful gift for seeing through ordinary life into the soul. His verses are easy to read, and yet they pull at the heart as well as open us up to the core of human understanding. The urge to delve deeper into the meaning of life continues to surface in Arthur’s unique style. This book is not just observations on the human condition. It is a tribute to the spirit of living and being.

Arthur's books can be read and downloaded at www.smashwords.com, or from your favorite eBookstore. They can be ordered on-line at www.amazon.com, or bought at a great discount via e-mail at aweil444@aol.com, or by phone: 510-654-5626. Some of Art’s poems can also be read on his website: www.poetrypearls.com.

Art is also very active in his community and has given many speaking engagements and is a major supporter of various philanthropic efforts.

Publications
Live, Love and Gems That Shine

Exploding Mind or (Not Over the Hill Yet)

Poetry is for Sissies

Reflections of the Moment

The Fluid Word

Slice of Life

Theater of Thoughts

Love Always

Not Shakespeare, Just Me

Liquid Words

Wacky and Wonderful, Wireless Words

Illusion Diffusion

Word Shots

Eat My Words

Dare-Devilish and Divine

Have Fun While You Can

Words to Fly With

Word Missiles, Here and Now

A Mental Meal of Magical Rhymes and Poems: Vol I

Awards
Milton Dorfman Award, Poetry Prize

Paris Lake Poetry Contest

Editor’s Choice Award, Poetry.com

Poetry Award, Nashville Newsletter

Sky Blue Waters, Poetry League Contest

The Old Red Kimono, University of West Georgia

Expressions II, League of American Poets

New Millennium Poets, Famous Poets Society

The Enchantment of Memory, The International Library of Poets

A Celebration of Poets, The International Library of Poets

Quotations
I, angry, pained, stalked by those civilized beasts

Among them 1.5 million children – ghosts – few torturers

Were tried the children still live in my heart

I – you, invisible – seared

Could be the flame branded number on our arm

This thing encapsulated all around coupled with a disturbing wind

It forces me to try to reorient myself by the second.

It’s like the dense, choking, blinding smoke filled space

In the midst of a huge forest fire.

My keen mind tries to penetrate, to see but there is barely light and bluntness.

''It is not yet time. The turbulence is blinding''

It is nature’s way to assert supremacy

It is the muscle of the earth’s omnipotence

Ever eat fruit in the nude?

It tastes

So

Much better