Moondog, born Louis Thomas Hardin (May 26, 1916 – September 8, 1999), was a blind American composer, musician, poet and inventor of several musical instruments. Moving to New York as a young man, Moondog made a deliberate decision to make his home on the streets there, where he spent approximately twenty of the thirty years he lived in the city. Most days he could be found in his chosen part of town wearing clothes he had created based on his own interpretation of the Norse god Odin. — Wikipedia
A bird alighted on an Indian’s shoulder, and she said,
“i am the feathered spirit of your mother who is dead.”
One day a mounted hunter heeled a wounded boar, who wheeled,
and gutted horse and rider, leaving death upon the field.
A skeleton’s in your closet and a mirror’s in there too.
You’re looking in the mirror and the skeleton’s none but you.
– From the poetry of Moondog at Moondog’s corner.
His music is … divine. This man deserves to be regarded as a modern-day hero. But don’t take my word for it, have a listen: