Oh Haavikko, you are such a pest…a notebook sequence…

Cover of Planet of the Blind....man and dog....
— “And where does the shoulder end, the breast begin?”


Make me a poem, make it warm for winter.
Dark ocean, give us sail.


May it be cheap to live in—the soul.
Let’s inhabit the mind for a long, short time.


Just so.


Here in our heavenly quarters:

Spinoza—most secret thoughts.

Love. Black sky.


Like a falling leaf
The boy in me
How to take him with me
As the years advance?

Finnish poet Paavo Haavikko:
I hear a happy tale, it makes me sad:
no-one will remember me for long.

The boy-blind…

He was never “in” time
Like those oaks you see
In certain forests
Still green
Though there’s more of darkness
And we’re long into December.


Marvin Bell:

“Dead man’s music is nighttime, call it earthly, call it planetary.”


Difficult keeping a journal with silly phenomenological crayons…


I come too seldom down to the water.
The neighboring lake.


When a horse passes me
I feel his mystery.
Evening sky.


One Day (A Micro Disability Memoir)

He sees at last infirmity is a trick.
something achieved with string,

a game played best on the floor—
puzzle, wish, fear, and ache

are what a magician is for.
Its raining as always

but he has a stick
and he waves it at the orient wind.

Author: skuusisto

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

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