David Oscar Knuttunen
@doknuttu.bsky.social
Socialist, retired structural engineer, half-assed amateur jazz musician, occasional poet, husband to a wonderful woman, and father of three awesome daughters. Probably more than you need to know, but who cares?
He’ll just start traveling by sedan chair.
September 25, 2025 at 6:44 PM
He’ll just start traveling by sedan chair.
Boston-area peeps…
July 29, 2025 at 7:00 PM
Boston-area peeps…
As we face the prospect of going to war with Iran at Israel’s behest, I find this perspective in social media…
June 19, 2025 at 10:31 AM
As we face the prospect of going to war with Iran at Israel’s behest, I find this perspective in social media…
When the best, and most apt, imagery you can come up with for your movement could be ripped from “The Texas Chain Saw Massacre”
April 4, 2025 at 10:01 AM
When the best, and most apt, imagery you can come up with for your movement could be ripped from “The Texas Chain Saw Massacre”
Another protest sign...
March 14, 2025 at 3:11 PM
Another protest sign...
Or, if you prefer generic...
March 14, 2025 at 3:10 PM
Or, if you prefer generic...
In the mood for making protest signs, today.
March 14, 2025 at 3:09 PM
In the mood for making protest signs, today.
Sisycat - Perpetually jumping onto laps, but they always get up again, and the quest continues.
February 22, 2025 at 12:56 PM
Sisycat - Perpetually jumping onto laps, but they always get up again, and the quest continues.
Yeah, we had some snow, that year. It almost felt like New England!
January 27, 2025 at 9:34 PM
Yeah, we had some snow, that year. It almost felt like New England!
Response to Wallace Stevens
I have had a mind of winter.
I have stood amid the pines, on snowshoes.
And admired the snow, but now
I'm just fucking cold.
#poetry #micropoetry #badpoetry (in response to genius)
I have had a mind of winter.
I have stood amid the pines, on snowshoes.
And admired the snow, but now
I'm just fucking cold.
#poetry #micropoetry #badpoetry (in response to genius)
November 29, 2024 at 10:50 PM
Response to Wallace Stevens
I have had a mind of winter.
I have stood amid the pines, on snowshoes.
And admired the snow, but now
I'm just fucking cold.
#poetry #micropoetry #badpoetry (in response to genius)
I have had a mind of winter.
I have stood amid the pines, on snowshoes.
And admired the snow, but now
I'm just fucking cold.
#poetry #micropoetry #badpoetry (in response to genius)
FWIW - Recent thoughts on Gaza, activism, and human rights, in the form of a poem.
#Poetry #Poem #Gaza #Palestine #Protests #HumanRights
#Poetry #Poem #Gaza #Palestine #Protests #HumanRights
May 13, 2024 at 1:48 PM
FWIW - Recent thoughts on Gaza, activism, and human rights, in the form of a poem.
#Poetry #Poem #Gaza #Palestine #Protests #HumanRights
#Poetry #Poem #Gaza #Palestine #Protests #HumanRights
January 9, 2024 at 11:58 AM
December 10, 2023 at 8:03 PM
~70~
I guess I’d better live till some years hence
So this putting off of benefits makes sense.
#poetry #humor #retirement #aging #couplets #pentameter
I guess I’d better live till some years hence
So this putting off of benefits makes sense.
#poetry #humor #retirement #aging #couplets #pentameter
December 8, 2023 at 1:24 PM
~70~
I guess I’d better live till some years hence
So this putting off of benefits makes sense.
#poetry #humor #retirement #aging #couplets #pentameter
I guess I’d better live till some years hence
So this putting off of benefits makes sense.
#poetry #humor #retirement #aging #couplets #pentameter
Material Science
Her alabaster face shows no regret.
She murmurs velvet, “You know I love you so.”
Tears salt a glass of amber acid, yet
This whisky, sour, scours no chase
Where love can flow.
#poetry
Her alabaster face shows no regret.
She murmurs velvet, “You know I love you so.”
Tears salt a glass of amber acid, yet
This whisky, sour, scours no chase
Where love can flow.
#poetry
December 4, 2023 at 1:05 PM
Material Science
Her alabaster face shows no regret.
She murmurs velvet, “You know I love you so.”
Tears salt a glass of amber acid, yet
This whisky, sour, scours no chase
Where love can flow.
#poetry
Her alabaster face shows no regret.
She murmurs velvet, “You know I love you so.”
Tears salt a glass of amber acid, yet
This whisky, sour, scours no chase
Where love can flow.
#poetry
I've literally been reading it since I was a child. "A Picturesque Tale of Progress", first published in 1929 (well before my birth) held endless fascination for me. I would pour over its volumes, day after day.
November 30, 2023 at 5:18 PM
I've literally been reading it since I was a child. "A Picturesque Tale of Progress", first published in 1929 (well before my birth) held endless fascination for me. I would pour over its volumes, day after day.
People keep telling us, "If you knew the history..." I've read a few books. I know a few historical undisputed facts - and several people's opinions on the rest. But I would never presume to "know the history".
November 30, 2023 at 5:16 PM
People keep telling us, "If you knew the history..." I've read a few books. I know a few historical undisputed facts - and several people's opinions on the rest. But I would never presume to "know the history".