The Orphic North

Let me say something about my lute: its made from a birch which, as you know, isn’t always a musical tree. Birches grow by serendipity in marsh land—they are tall, thin mistakes. This is my instrument then, this thing making music from nature’s unseemly muddle.

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Author: stevekuusisto

Poet, Essayist, Blogger, Journalist, Memoirist, Disability Rights Advocate, Public Speaker, Professor, Syracuse University

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