I spoke here yesterday on lyric writing and disability studies to a group of students and faculty who hailed from every corner of this large university. It was clear that they weren’t just there for the cookies. (Though the cookies were mighty good and I had two of them.)
Lyric writing is dynamically fractured as are all reveries–there’s a diastolic cycling of forceful intelligence with delicacies of feeling–a matter that I believe reflects the psycho-social experiences of people with disabilities.
I mentioned a great 20th century Italian lyric poet Salvatore Quasimodo and in a lovely bit of synchronicity the carillon rang.
That’s why nonfiction is so great! Who needs to make anything up?
S.K.
Planet of the Blind 
I was there (sitting to your right in fact) and loved how you used those moments such as the carillon ringing to highlight your points. At another moment your Nira made some doggie-sleep sound and I was worried that folks thought that it was my gastro-intestinal tract. Thankfully, you attributed the “comment” to Nira and I could rest easy.
I thoroughly enjoyed your words to us, loved the essay about being lost on a Finnish street and am hopeful that SU is in your future. I am at the end of my coursework in DS there, but would absolutely take any course you would teach. (maybe not Finnish 101…)
Linnea Franits
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