Thinking of Gunnar Ekelof

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

The stingrays in my dream were almost translucent and then I saw this was Hell and they were souls which is the way of dreams. How does one explain this was a kind of happiness?

Vague convictions grow clear.

**

Upriver and down.
Mix in a teaspoon of Heraclitus and a cup of Eliot…

**

People like me, with severely limited vision, we tend to like first light or sunset best. We’re late or early to each garden.

**

Inside the eye a smaller eye; inside the secondary eye a stingray; inside this–Ekelof, Herakleitos and Eliot.

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Oh Gunnar Ekelof, you who saw the afterlife is flat, the hours ours, and a night lamp the muse.

**

From a notebook:

Explanation

When the river asked me to join
wind was still. So I put half my arm
in there—cold bone brother
and sure
river wasn’t satisfied—
it begged for more arm.
I plunged up to my shoulder
like a man
who’s dropped his car keys,
reaching among reeds
feeling my ancestors.
Grandfather was giddy
with parturition and slick.
“God help me,” I thought,
“letting fast river talk me
into metempsychosis.”
Water flowed one way
and the dead the other.

**

Ekelof, smoking a pipe in a circle of lamplight.

Author: skuusisto

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

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