At 93, so deep in dementia that she didn't remember any details of her life, my mother somehow still knew songs. Floyd Skloot deepdementiadetail Change image and share on social
In the spring of 1993, I married Beverly and moved to the woods. This is something I could never have imagined myself doing. Floyd Skloot beverlyimaginemarry Change image and share on social
A risk for a poet-novelist is imbalance: The poems can flatten into prose or lose their intensity of focus; the novels can stall amid lofty writing or literary preciousness and ignore the engine of plot and character. Floyd Skloot amidcharacterengine share on social
Neurologists have a host of clinical tests that let them observe what a brain-damaged patient can and cannot do. Floyd Skloot brainclinicaldamage Change image and share on social
Dementia resembles delirium in the same way an ultra-marathon resembles a dash across the street. Same basic components, vastly different scale. If you've run delirium's course once or twice in your life, try to imagine a version that never ends. Floyd Skloot basiccomponentdash share on social
Irish novelist John Banville has a creepy, introverted imagination. Floyd Skloot banvillecreepyimagination Change image and share on social
My wife is a painter, musician, and fiber artist. We married in 1993, and as she worked, I found that my reading about art was helping me understand what she was doing, just as seeing her work gave me a language with which to speak of art. Floyd Skloot artartistfiber share on social
If I don't write down a thought - or an image or a line of poetry - the instant it comes to mind, it vanishes, which explains why I have pens and notebooks in my pants and coat pockets, the car, the bicycle basket, on one or two desks in every room including bathrooms and the kitchen. Floyd Skloot basketbathroombicycle share on social
In 1964, at the age of 39, Flannery O'Connor died from complications of lupus. She had lived with this autoimmune disease for 14 years, primarily confined to her mother's farm, Andalusia, in Milledgeville, Ga. Floyd Skloot ageandalusiaautoimmune share on social
I've forgotten what it's like to remember. I've lost the mindless confidence that a moment, an idea, a thought will be there for me later, the bravado of breezing through experience in the certainty that it will become part of my self, part of my story. Floyd Skloot bravadobreezecertainty share on social