What If No One Invented the Essay?

Cover of Planet of the Blind....man and dog....

One morning you’re taller than usual though the circumstance is a feature of sleep—the last seconds of a dream. When you step from bed your slippers don’t fit right.


I don’t think Montaigne invented the essay. There I’ve said it. No one invented the damned thing. It was old by the time of Plato.


Don’t you tell me. Don’t you tell me. What did you do with my spoon?


Protagoris, Pythagoris, the Goris Brothers Band….


Thunka thunka, twang, Wallace Stevens caught in a clothes line.


I envy Pentti Saarikoski his early education, reading all that Greek while outside snow fell in the impossible Helsinki darkness. It’s provincial culture and the adaptable intelligences I love.


My mother learned to shoot a Colt revolver when she was 8. My grandfather left her alone at the farm and told her, “shoot first, ask questions later.” I come from an elaborately fucked up family.


I still like Wallace Stevens caught in a clothesline.


I still like silently mouthing Greek while snow falls in the far north.

Author: skuusisto

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

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