This morning
I wrote “I know”
When Longinus asked—
What are we to say
of inquiries and questions?
Of pleading eyes
And voiceless inquiries
He said nothing.
Perhaps he tried
But there’s a lacuna
Equivalent
To about five pages.
This morning
I wrote “I know”
When Longinus asked—
What are we to say
of inquiries and questions?
Of pleading eyes
And voiceless inquiries
He said nothing.
Perhaps he tried
But there’s a lacuna
Equivalent
To about five pages.
FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE
CONTACT:
Chris Danielsen
Director of Public Relations
National Federation of the Blind
(410) 659-9314, extension 2330
(410) 262-1281 (Cell)
Organization to Monitor Uber, Lyft Efforts to Accommodate Service Animals
Baltimore, Maryland (May 8, 2017): The National Federation of the Blind today announced the launch of a program to test the effectiveness of ridesharing companies Uber and Lyft’s efforts to accommodate passengers with guide dogs and other service animals. The NFB seeks the participation of blind people and other service animal users, or those who travel with them, across the United States and in Puerto Rico. Volunteers will be asked to fill out an online questionnaire to indicate whether or not they were denied service because of their service animals or if they were treated in a discriminatory or disrespectful manner. Both positive and negative experiences should be reported. Pursuant to agreements with the National Federation of the Blind, both Uber and Lyft are taking steps to prevent discrimination against, and improve service to, riders with service animals. The agreements require the National Federation of the Blind to provide feedback to the companies over a three-to-five-year period. The program is open to both members and non-members of the National Federation of the Blind. The online questionnaire is available in both English and Spanish.
Mark A. Riccobono, President of the National Federation of the Blind, said: “Companies like Uber and Lyft are empowering blind people to live the lives we want by providing fast, convenient and affordable transportation. This empowerment can only be real and complete, however, if all blind people, including those who use guide dogs, are able to access these transportation options when and where they need them, without fear that they will be refused service. My wife Melissa uses a guide dog, and consequently our family has occasionally experienced the refusal of transportation services, which violates the legal and civil rights of the blind and other people with disabilities. The National Federation of the Blind applauds the commitment by Uber and Lyft to improve their service to service animal users, and we look forward to working with these companies to ensure that their efforts to do so are meaningful and effective. I urge all service animal users to use our new online questionnaire often so that we can provide comprehensive feedback throughout the terms of our agreements with Uber and Lyft.”
For more information about the program and to access the online questionnaire, please visit www.nfb.org/rideshare.
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I’ve studied philosophers, exegesis, codicils of soul,
Some of their ideas like arrows in flesh
Though (tastefully) the arrows can’t be seen
Sometimes I look up from a book
And say: “Death by monads…”
Just a joke between my softly burning
Hands, hearts, eyes
Whatever you wish to call the mind
At twilight I ski sometimes
Down to the shore
Where now
They’re building houses
For the rich—dark blocks
Surrounded
By machines
Windows empty
Lightless
Heraclitus looking out….
I tried all afternoon
To translate a poem
Something about a silver toothpick
And a gathering
Of metaphysicians
All of this so long ago
When shadows were thought
To have certain qualities
Of the soul—
There was no idle talk
In all of Greece.
Beside me
A rose
In a glass beaker
And a cold cup
Of Russian tea.
A shadow falls over your hands
Late at night
As the meal ends.
On the edge of death
One thinks
Of teeth.
I mourn for the one who used to be me—
He was pacified with cold water
A dictionary
Understood
In aggregate
Like the worms
He found
Inside a thistle.
Morning, April, maples heavy with rain—
And before life has begun one thinks,
How a customary human mind starts up
Cold, still dark.
Last night I recalled
John Butler Yeats, the poet’s father,
A famous talker, a one man college,
Who taught his son to listen.
I wonder
Who taught me
About life after life?
Blind and crusing the aisles of convenience stores I pick up objects and press them close to my face. In a Costco store I was recently followed by the house dick who imagined, because I had a guide dog, that I’d no idea he was just ten feet behind me. I picked up random mercantile junk, a tin model of the Empire State building, and I sniffed it. The shamus was aghast but he didn’t make a move. How does one properly say “I felt his admixture of outrage and perplexity?” That’s of course a disability sentence.
In such instances one realizes fully that the semiotics of saleable junk is febrile and immediate. You’re not supposed to examine anything. What after all is a blind examination but a repudiation, a refusal to shop impulsively?
The poem you are holding in your hands
Is the true story of what never happened.
My bird, a finch, came back today
Though where she went
I will never know.
She had once
A broken leg
Which has healed brokenly—
Also the true story
Of what never happened—
I am not a truth teller.
This morning
Wind crosses the lake
Like a speech
On temperance.
Stay awake, it says.
My bird, a finch, came back today.
I’ve got to hurry.
Wallace Stevens is in the next room
Dreaming of cemeteries.
Banjo Boomer gravestones
& drool on his Brooks Brothers suit.
The living must write
Before ghost poets
Wake.
“I know what you’re thinking,” I say to the dog.
“I know what you’re thinking,” I say to the tyrant’s photo.
“I know,” I say to my hammer.
And sometime last night
I dreamt I was alone
On an island.
I said “I know,”
To a fistful of grubs.
This morning
I write “I know”
When Longinus asks—
What are we to say
of inquiries and questions?
Of pleading eyes
And voiceless inquiries
He said little.
Perhaps he tried
But there’s a lacuna
Equivalent
To about three pages.