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Thank You Jeffrey Brown of PBS News Hour

Stephen Kuusisto to appear on PBS News Hour
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Tonight the PBS NewsHour will air a segment about my new book Have Dog, Will TravelThe piece features an interview with Jeffrey Brown whose reporting on literature and poetry is well known to book lovers across the nation. Jeffrey is also a poet whose first collection The News is available from Copper Canyon Press. In our time together we talked about poetry, civil rights, disability culture, dogs for the blind, the field of disability studies, and the power of literature to bring people together around social justice movements. And yes, there’s a lovely dog, Caitlyn, a sweetie pie yellow Labrador from Guiding Eyes for the Blind.

The program airs locally, in Syracuse at 7 PM. Check your local listings.

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Stephen Kuusisto and HarleyABOUT: Stephen Kuusisto is the author of the memoirs Have Dog, Will Travel; Planet of the Blind (a New York Times “Notable Book of the Year”); and Eavesdropping: A Memoir of Blindness and Listening and of the poetry collections Only Bread, Only Light and Letters to Borges. A graduate of the Iowa Writer’s Workshop and a Fulbright Scholar, he has taught at the University of Iowa, Hobart and William Smith Colleges, and Ohio State University. He currently teaches at Syracuse University where he holds a University Professorship in Disability Studies. He is a frequent speaker in the US and abroad. His website is StephenKuusisto.com.

Have Dog, Will Travel: A Poet’s Journey is now available:
Amazon
Prairie Lights
Grammercy Books
Barnes and Noble
IndieBound.org

Have Dog, Will Travel by Stephen Kuusisto

(Photo picturing the cover of Stephen Kuusisto’s new memoir “Have Dog, Will Travel” along with his former guide dogs Nira (top) and Corky, bottom.) Bottom photo by Marion Ettlinger 

Uncle History Talks to a Rat

You can’t always pretend you’re fully alive
Uncle History says—he’s talking
To a squirrel—living between life and death
Is exhausting, I know you know
When he talks to animals
He feels closest to himself
But not in a Lord Tennyson
Rum-ti-tum way
More like he’s asking
For editing advice
As he writes a suicide note
“Come on out here
And stand in the rain with me”
Says a Norway rat
‘You have to keep living
In order to suffer
From the opposite
Of your intentions”
“In general,” Uncle thinks
“It is humbling
To be stymied by a rat”

Uncle History can’t get this this thing to work…

Uncle History can’t get this this thing to work
This Schopenhauer thing
This Adorno gizmo
The problem is his guts
He has disbiosis—can’t
Keep things down
Hamlet had it too
Of course the world
Is driven by unfeeling will
And tippy toe
Conformist culture
Knows what gets you off
He knows everything
And wears a serape
Of negative dialectics
Yes I do yes I do
He says
Talking to his parakeet

Are you a keyboard warrior?

Are you a keyboard warrior? I know I am. The term is not complimentary. It designates someone whose political life is merely online, a person who doesn’t join public protests. I would plead the fifth except I haven’t committed a crime. Blogging, writing on social media, and voicing my opinions publicly are not failures of oppositional discourse. I’m blind, can’t drive, live in a city with mediocre pubic transportation. Getting to demonstrations isn’t even half way possible for me. So keyboard warrior I am. I wrote this poem today:

Living in Trump’s America

All this grief and nowhere to put it
I ask the doctor what to do
He recalls a meadow from childhood
Someplace in Bavaria
He thought it was innocent grass
Because the bones were out of sight
The sun is up this morning

Uncle History and the Music Box

A muffled music box
Is the first thing Uncle History remembers
How he went searching for it
In the sad palace
Looked high and low
Everyone has this
This musical toy
That can’t be found
Now he’s old and thinks
He’ll soon lie
Beneath the earth
Where music
Is concerned
It’s not likely
Underground
But the tune
He remembers
Was indistinct
This might mean everything

Something smells bad in the refrigerator…

“Something smells bad in the refrigerator”
Says Uncle History—“Maybe its
A rotten egg” says Auntie
“I think it came before the egg”
Says Uncle—“the stink
Is the malador
The primal stench…”
“Its a funk” says Auntie
“Its been sneaking up
For some time”
They say this
Simultaneously
Like children
Spotting a ballon
It drifts over them
And inured as they are
To mephitic vapors
They salute

Because they’re “Auntie” and “Uncle” History…

Because they’re “Auntie” and “Uncle” History

One surmises they’ve brothers and sisters

“That’s a good guess!”

(As they say on game shows)

Alas they’ve no relatives

Though strangers often come

To camp on their lawn 

Who are these folks 

Claiming kinship?

There’s old Slappy

Who feeds the furnace

And laughs at nothing

And Alexander Blok

Waving his bloody shirt

My spirit is old; 

And some black lot awaits me
On my long road…