It wasn’t winter yet but the shrubs were kneeling down and the meadow was pale as milk…and the boy’s radio didn’t work…yet it was a day when he felt he was in the center of things…king of the streets…snow was coming…
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The interviewer asks why I write about childhood… The answer is simple…that’s when they told me I was defective…
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I think it was Transtromer who said, “how clear every leaf is…they follow me all the way home…”
When the blind kid’s radio didn’t work, that was the radio…
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And nowadays there’s a lot of talk about loneliness…I have to laugh…I was always on the frontier…leaning my face into the icy petals of the overlooked roadside flowers…
Planet of the Blind 