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‘Hi, I’m …!’ she begins again. Go away,’ he interrupts unkindly.. I want to be alone.’ No, you don’t, … You only think you want to be alone because you don’t want to fight. Who is this silly girl who can read his thoughts, he thinks. Only then, as she smiles up at him in encouragement does he notice that she has no hands. And she was trying to get him out of the depression and despair he had sunk into… By way of welcome and introduction she waves a hand at him, only it is not a hand but an arm ending in a wrist …
…The man had asked if I wanted a wristwatch. He cut off my right hand..’ He said I’d watch my wrist every day and remember him. Wrist watching it was called..'”
Whether in poetry or prose, the primary preoccupation of Tony Marinho’s art has always been to highlight, and to comment on the numerous ills that plague our contemporary world. Not for him, it seems, the luxury or indulgence, of ‘art for art’s sake’, when everywhere you look, we are assailed by a multitude of problems- HIV/AIDS, War, Poverty, Corruption, Prostitution, Child Slavery, etc. etc. The result is that Marinho’s works are invested with a fierce urgency and an absence of ambiguity; and it is these qualities which make it difficult for the reader to be indifferent to his essays, short stories and poetry. In this brilliant new collection of poems and short stories, Marinho again confirms that in his art, he is not afraid to wear his heart on his sleeve.
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