Joseph Fasano
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An artist named Monica Raven made this with my poem "Instructions for Having a Soul," and I love it.
Joseph Fasano111,885 Aufrufe • vor 7 Monaten
I keep watching this clip of Anne Sexton responding to criticism of her poems
Joseph Fasano164,541 Aufrufe • vor 3 Jahren
![If you need a story about good humans right now, this is amazing: Leslie Lemke was born prematurely, with brain damage and retinal problems that resulted in his blindness. He was given a foster home by May and Joe Lemke. Though doctors said Leslie would almost certainly die, May refused to believe it. The infant made no sounds and few movements, but May held him almost constantly, laying him on her chest as she said aloud, "Please let this little bit of flesh know that he's loved." She built a device to help him walk, she helped him chew his food, and she listened to him. Even in his silence, she listened. Though he struggled to move, one day she saw him pluck a piece of string with his finger, and thinking he might have been amused by its sound—and following her instincts—she bought him a little piano. She spent the evenings laying his hands on the keys, playing records, leaving the TV tuned to musical programs, all of which seemed to comfort him. Months passed, seasons, years, and then, in the middle of one night, May and Joe were woken by the sound of music. It was Leslie, playing Tchaikovsky's Piano Concerto No. 1. Medicine calls Leslie's life an example of "savant syndrome," "a rare—but extraordinary—condition in which persons with serious mental challenges...have some island of genius which stands in marked, incongruous contrast to their overall functioning." But no one would have known about Leslie's island, Leslie's gift, if he hadn't been given that home, that chance, that love. Simone Weil once wrote, "The love of our neighbor in all its fullness simply means being able to say to him: 'What are you going through?'"—and, we might add, listening to the answer, however long it takes. What are you going through? Who is sitting alone in the dark, asking for a touch? What astonishing thing is waiting in every life to be loved into life, into song? [sources: ABC News, National Library of Medicine, Wikipedia]](https://image.24vids.com/tw-1813720222043435087/amplify_video_thumb/1813720063502925824/img/UenDV9BPXI_fo1D2.jpg)
If you need a story about good humans right now, this is amazing: Leslie Lemke was born prematurely, with brain damage and retinal problems that resulted in his blindness. He was given a foster home by May and Joe Lemke. Though doctors said Leslie would almost certainly die, May refused to believe it. The infant made no sounds and few movements, but May held him almost constantly, laying him on her chest as she said aloud, "Please let this little bit of flesh know that he's loved." She built a device to help him walk, she helped him chew his food, and she listened to him. Even in his silence, she listened. Though he struggled to move, one day she saw him pluck a piece of string with his finger, and thinking he might have been amused by its sound—and following her instincts—she bought him a little piano. She spent the evenings laying his hands on the keys, playing records, leaving the TV tuned to musical programs, all of which seemed to comfort him. Months passed, seasons, years, and then, in the middle of one night, May and Joe were woken by the sound of music. It was Leslie, playing Tchaikovsky's Piano Concerto No. 1. Medicine calls Leslie's life an example of "savant syndrome," "a rare—but extraordinary—condition in which persons with serious mental challenges...have some island of genius which stands in marked, incongruous contrast to their overall functioning." But no one would have known about Leslie's island, Leslie's gift, if he hadn't been given that home, that chance, that love. Simone Weil once wrote, "The love of our neighbor in all its fullness simply means being able to say to him: 'What are you going through?'"—and, we might add, listening to the answer, however long it takes. What are you going through? Who is sitting alone in the dark, asking for a touch? What astonishing thing is waiting in every life to be loved into life, into song? [sources: ABC News, National Library of Medicine, Wikipedia]
Joseph Fasano22,395 Aufrufe • vor 1 Jahr
This song has carried me through some hard times. Thanks, Bob Dylan, for writing it.
Joseph Fasano16,931 Aufrufe • vor 2 Jahren
I'm often asked to read this aloud, and if it helps anyone, I'm always happy to do so.
Joseph Fasano12,645 Aufrufe • vor 1 Jahr
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