Notebook December 12

Stephen Kuusisto, Letters to Borges

I must admit I don’t care very much about writers’ homes. I wouldn’t want to go on a literary house tour and while I understand why a visit to Virginia Woolf’s house or Melville’s Arrowhead is captivating for some readers I’m not one of them.


I’m not contemptuous. If looking at Emily Dickinson’s bedroom gets you going, well by all means.

The rooms in which I write are without distinction.

(Yes, my critic, you will say “it shows” and perhaps mean it.)


Debussy. All those little fingers tracing the insides of clouds.


Snakes have advantaged dolor.


Ah Candide! You are the refutation of Freud’s super-ego.


I’ve been dreaming a good deal about a long dead friend.


A warlock hair grows from my nose.

Author: skuusisto

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

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