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I tried not to write about snow so much, though this past winter, it did creep in, as it does, inevitably. Specifically because I was working on this fifty states project; I was telling myself I was going to finish what Sufjan Stevens never did. If I’m writing about Michigan or Minnesota in the wintertime, some sort of delicious and electric despair has to creep in there. (via Vol. 1 Brooklyn | Working Titles, Midwestern Winters, and the Allure of the Squid: An Interview With Matthew Gavin Frank)

I tried not to write about snow so much, though this past winter, it did creep in, as it does, inevitably. Specifically because I was working on this fifty states project; I was telling myself I was going to finish what Sufjan Stevens never did. If I’m writing about Michigan or Minnesota in the wintertime, some sort of delicious and electric despair has to creep in there. (via Vol. 1 Brooklyn | Working Titles, Midwestern Winters, and the Allure of the Squid: An Interview With Matthew Gavin Frank)

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Almost Live at Mellow Pages: Leigh Stein
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I’ve pretty much always had cats. There was one point when the Jesus Lizard guys all lived together, and our landlord wouldn’t allow us to have a cat. So we had a life-size cardboard cutout of a cat that we named “Toody,” being….two-dimensional. Outside of that, I think I’ve pretty much always had cats. David and I had cats when we were roommates. Hugh, Spacemonkey, and Orson. Tweedle-Do. David. There was one we got when David Sims and I were roommates, and we got this cat, and he was great. But we couldn’t figure out what to name him. Our friend Becky goes, “Um….David?” So we had a cat named David.
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Almost Live at Mellow Pages: Isaac Fitzgerald
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I wrote the prose sections as a whole, yes. As a poet, I’m always worried that the tropes I espouse (get it?) in book-length projects will be runny at best, too saturated with lyricism and some dubious melancholy. I got this germ to write locating epistle blocks all called “[letter excavated from the willendorf tomb]” in which I write from the voice of the Venus to the character N. You might guess who that is. In these letters, once the Venus is excavated, she becomes something of a party girl in the Meatpacking District, but one who annoyingly and constantly boasts of her sexy immortality. Can you imagine doing bodyshots off the Venus of Willendorf? Well, I did. (via Vol. 1 Brooklyn | Excavation, Consciousness, and Creation: An Interview with Natalie Eilbert)

I wrote the prose sections as a whole, yes. As a poet, I’m always worried that the tropes I espouse (get it?) in book-length projects will be runny at best, too saturated with lyricism and some dubious melancholy. I got this germ to write locating epistle blocks all called “[letter excavated from the willendorf tomb]” in which I write from the voice of the Venus to the character N. You might guess who that is. In these letters, once the Venus is excavated, she becomes something of a party girl in the Meatpacking District, but one who annoyingly and constantly boasts of her sexy immortality. Can you imagine doing bodyshots off the Venus of Willendorf? Well, I did. (via Vol. 1 Brooklyn | Excavation, Consciousness, and Creation: An Interview with Natalie Eilbert)