Will we humans ever be able to read and predict the progression of seasons again, like the faces made by loved ones when their feelings change like wind-borne clouds?
I sincerely hope so, but I also equally sincerely doubt it. Come on, Ice Age, come on.
When, if not now? And why (or why not) and who with?
Now, always now. If not now, then when indeed?! Now, now, and now, and that other now too. And with good people who need no explanations for what you’re doing and/or why you’re doing it. I think it is crucial to learn how to recognize the various and varied members of your tribe before you die.
What are some of your favorite quotes?
“Wail, Baby, WAIL!” – Mark Linenthal
“Hustlers of the world, there is one mark you cannot beat: the mark inside.” – William S. Burroughs
“I never fall apart because I never fall together.” – Andy Warhol
“I paint not the things I see but the feelings they arouse in me.” – Franz Kline
“Love is so short, forgetting is so long.” – Pablo Neruda
“Nothing is true, everything is permitted.” – Hassan I Sabbah
When no one is nigh, do you cry?
Often. And equally often because of a film, a song, or a memory of a loved one now gone.
What do you expect from poetry? What do you demand of it?
The only thing I expect from poetry is for it to be ever-present in my world, in this world I share with all of you. All of us with poetry being one thing that we are all, at least, aware of the existence and near-constant creation of.
What I demand of poetry can only be spoken of in terms of what I demand of what I personally consider good poetry, or poetry that I myself write, which may or not be the same thing, depending. And what I demand of good poetry is that it be 100% itself, I demand it be resolved. I demand it speak with a voice I can recognize even if I do not know it personally. I demand it be a deftly shaped stone placed solidly in the palm of my hand, warm and familiar, but with all the excitement of the newly acquired too. I demand a knowledge being present in the poem.
I hope for all kinds of other things too. But, that’s not what you asked me. Or, I asked myself, whatever.
Name three books that have recently rocked your world. Three recently heard albums?
The Blood of a Tourist, by William Taylor, Jr.
When I Was A Poet, by David Meltzer
Food Of The Gods, by Terence McKenna
Shyne Coldchain Vol. 2, by Vince Staples
That Cool Blue Feeling, by Tom Heyman
To Live & Die In L.A. (OST), by Wang Chung