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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 Gives a Speech

Uncle History Gives a Speech

We were wrong about everything
But not about the thieves
For they were better than us
They lurked at our doorways
They snuck into our songs—
He knows when you’ve been sleeping…
We knew them from day one
Way back in Mesopotamia
They stole the very first shoes
Which were made of plant fibers
And so from the beginning
They knew how
To eat the evidence
Yes we were wrong about everything
But look as you walk the streets
At all the people
With shoes in their guts

Uncle History is sick of American smiles…

Uncle History is sick of American smiles
Those smiles perfected by the Kennedys
But which were crafted by FDR
Who had to grin his way
From paralysis to hope
“Happy Days are Here Again”
Yes, the American smile
Has a song
Yes a smile
Will make a man
Or woman
“C’mon Swamp Boy
Turn that frown upside down!”
Americans
Are like tarantulas on fire
But they’re desperate
For straighter and whiter teeth

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