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Modern Human Life and Poetry. II. Stories and Poems by Guðmundur Haraldsson.
Guðmundur Haraldsson was born in Merkisteini in Eyrarbakki on May 4, 1918. His parents were Haraldur Guðmundsson from Stóra-Háeyri in Eyrarbakki, a descendant of Þorleif the Rich in Háeyri, and his wife, Þuríður Magnúsdóttir from Árgilsstöðir in Rangárþing. Guðmundur was a sailor and laborer until he was over fifty, when he became a writer and published various works with episodes, stories and poems. Guðmundur Haraldsson died in Reykjavík in 1995.
Gudmundur Haraldsson, poet.
ONE of our smallest brothers – in spirit, Guðmundur Haraldsson from Stóra-Háeyri in Eyrarbakki, has wearily completed his walk through the twilight worlds of Reykjavík.
He was a very poor commoner all his life, never owning more than a coffee pot during his days, and in his early fifties worked as a construction worker, a trawler in the White Sea, a carpet banker, and a cashier.
But in the last 25 years of his life, he composed highly unique and bizarre prose texts and atomic poems, which attracted the attention of various contemporaries due to the pure naïveté that illuminated his writing.
Guðmundur himself said he was "the storyteller, - or the kind of poet who composes birthday poems". His use of the definite article in Icelandic could become a subject of research for future linguists.
Guðmundur Haraldsson's research on human life took place in buses, coaches and body cars all over the country, in food stalls and coffee houses, even in restaurant tents and on farms and in villages, although mainly in Eyrarbakki and at least once he went with Gullfoss to Copenhagen and Hamburg and he described his perceptions and experiences of human life in small books, which no one thought of publishing – except himself, with a few exceptions.
Throughout his life, this deceased accountant was very church-going and a lover of music. He had little interest in the human dignity of his interlocutors and even less interest in the dignity of others. He walked through life briskly and briskly, alone and self-sufficient, but many people had to give him small talk during the day, because he was a polite man and took off his hat when he met older women on the walk.
In his later years, the storyteller Guðmundur devoted all his self-earned money to public needs.
However, it is not up to the deceased to blame how the fathers of the country have managed public funds.
The life of the storyteller Guðmundur Haraldsson was full of ups and downs without ever letting anything bad happen to him. When he greeted his interlocutors at crossroads or crossroads, he would always say: "A-all the best."
Blessed be the memory of Guðmundur Haraldsson and his life.
Bragi Kristjónsson bookseller.
Morgunbladid, May 11, 1995.
Guðmundur Haraldsson was born in Merkisteini in Eyrarbakki on May 4, 1918. His parents were Haraldur Guðmundsson from Stóra-Háeyri in Eyrarbakki, a descendant of Þorleif the Rich in Háeyri, and his wife, Þuríður Magnúsdóttir from Árgilsstöðir in Rangárþing. Guðmundur was a sailor and laborer until he was over fifty, when he became a writer and published various works with episodes, stories and poems. Guðmundur Haraldsson died in Reykjavík in 1995.
Gudmundur Haraldsson, poet.
ONE of our smallest brothers – in spirit, Guðmundur Haraldsson from Stóra-Háeyri in Eyrarbakki, has wearily completed his walk through the twilight worlds of Reykjavík.
He was a very poor commoner all his life, never owning more than a coffee pot during his days, and in his early fifties worked as a construction worker, a trawler in the White Sea, a carpet banker, and a cashier.
But in the last 25 years of his life, he composed highly unique and bizarre prose texts and atomic poems, which attracted the attention of various contemporaries due to the pure naïveté that illuminated his writing.
Guðmundur himself said he was "the storyteller, - or the kind of poet who composes birthday poems". His use of the definite article in Icelandic could become a subject of research for future linguists.
Guðmundur Haraldsson's research on human life took place in buses, coaches and body cars all over the country, in food stalls and coffee houses, even in restaurant tents and on farms and in villages, although mainly in Eyrarbakki and at least once he went with Gullfoss to Copenhagen and Hamburg and he described his perceptions and experiences of human life in small books, which no one thought of publishing – except himself, with a few exceptions.
Throughout his life, this deceased accountant was very church-going and a lover of music. He had little interest in the human dignity of his interlocutors and even less interest in the dignity of others. He walked through life briskly and briskly, alone and self-sufficient, but many people had to give him small talk during the day, because he was a polite man and took off his hat when he met older women on the walk.
In his later years, the storyteller Guðmundur devoted all his self-earned money to public needs.
However, it is not up to the deceased to blame how the fathers of the country have managed public funds.
The life of the storyteller Guðmundur Haraldsson was full of ups and downs without ever letting anything bad happen to him. When he greeted his interlocutors at crossroads or crossroads, he would always say: "A-all the best."
Blessed be the memory of Guðmundur Haraldsson and his life.
Bragi Kristjónsson bookseller.
Morgunbladid, May 11, 1995.