Interview w/ me at Suicide Girls (SFW)
If you don’t know, now you know
“This man can write”—The New York Times, on me
Every writer dreams of a glowing review from the Grey Lady. Dwight Garner raves about my book in The New York Times today (print edition out tomorrow). Am I playing it cool? I am not playing it cool, people.
“When people tell us that they have the key to all reality in their pockets, or in their hearts, that they know who made the world, and why, or know that everything is matter, or that everything is mind…. It will counsel us to say to those little gnostics, to those circumnavigators of being: I do not believe you; God is great.”
George Santayana
“When I was in the navy, I finished two years at Bakersfield Junior College in California. Which is to say, I can read and feel fine things and count. Those women who cash your check don’t cause any distress to me, all their steel, accents and computers. I’ll tell you what I liked that we studied at Bakersfield. It was old James Joyce and his book The Canterbury Tales. You wouldn’t have thought anybody would write ‘A fart that well nigh blinded Absalom’ in ancient days. All those people hopping and humping at night, framming around, just like last year at Ollie’s party that she and I left when they got into threesomes and Polaroids. Because we loved each other too much. She said it was something you’d be sorry about the next morning.”
Barry Hannah, “Love Too Long”
“Some afternoons she’ll come right over the roof of the house and turn the plane upside down. Or maybe it’s her teacher. I don’t know how far she’s got along. I’m afraid to ask, on the every third night or so she comes in the house. I want to rip her arm off. I want to sleep in her uterus with my foot hanging out. Some nights she lets me lick her ears and knees. I can’t talk about it. It’s driving me into a sorry person.”
Barry Hannah, “Love Too Long”
“If somebody wants to explain to me how flutes work, I’m all set to hear it. You blow across that one little hole, and then by covering other holes further down the tube you make the thing make different notes. OK, how. I just … I never would have invented that thing in a million years.”
Anthony Madrid rocks the BestAmPo blog
Please help Tricia Lockwood’s husband’s eyes
UPDATE: Tricia has already raised the $10,000. Way to go internets!
Elegant Choice, the husband of my dear friend and Amazing Poet Patricia Lockwood, needs your help. He’s going blind & needs an operation. They need money. Please donate what you can. Here’s Tricia’s blog post about it, with instructions about how to make a donation. Please reblog this if you care about poems or eyes or husbands or doing good things in the world
It takes a nation of morons to hold me back
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