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Gunderson’s Plough: An Essay on Poetry

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Poetry commences in circles like Gunderson’s plough—granite rocks and sometimes unmarked graves. No circle is what it seems when you’re close to the earth. Late September and crickets sing inside an abandoned stove. The opera, about electricity, life after life.

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To My Future Biographer

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I love reading biographies. In an strange way, for me,  it doesn’t matter very much who the book is about. The thing I like is narrative fidelity to oddness. If history cleans things up, or at least attempts to, the biographer keeps things messy. I like knowing that whatever passed for the erotic in Charles […]

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Goodbye Tiresias

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Sixteen years ago I wrote a memoir about growing up blind titled Planet of the Blind. The book continues to sell because it provides a rare glimpse into the complex and thrilling elements of beauty that the blind often perceive. Everyone realizes beauty but the idea that the blind are capable of being discerning esthetes […]

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Because I’m Blind I Hear Voices Below Ground

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I hear the tree of the world under my shoes while walking my dog. You may hear it too, I claim no exception. Anyone can hear the tree. It has the leveling unconsciousness of attenuation and it sways below earth even in winter. Of course you hear it too. The light of day comes. Something […]

 

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Steve Kuusisto's Books on Amazon.com

Letters to Borges

Planet of the Blind

Only Bread, Only Light

Eavesdropping: A Memoir of Blindness and Listening

The Poet's Notebook

Do Not Interrupt: A Playful Take on the Art of Conversation