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TOMAS MIKAEL BÄCK (b. 1946) is a Finland-Swedish poet. In his first collection of poems, Andhämtning (Drawing Breath, 1972), it is already possible to notice his interest in Oriental philosophy and poetry, as he for instance makes use of the haiku form. In the 1980’s his way of writing turned more open, journal-like (Språngmarsch på stället, Running march in one place, 1985). In addition to short poems, prose poems and aphorisms, Bäck has written “nonsense poetry”. He has published 16 books, the latest of which Den sextonde månaden (2005).
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Our last excursion à deux: he is already mute. By train to Tavastehus. There is nothing to say! It is a sparkling winter’s day, sun gleams. Doesn’t want to eat, doesn’t want to see the Sibelius Museum. I talk anxiety, talk sorrow. Then sevenths, souvenirs are bought: Clifford Brown, Sarah Vaughan. Home exists though, the sound of flight. What sun? The orbit is defined by an unknown heavenly body.
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