Daily Archives: August 16, 2004

Interview questions

OK, Meme for the day:

If you want me to interview you–post a comment that simply says, “Interview me.” I’ll respond with questions for you to take back to your own journal and answer as a post. Of course, they’ll be different for each person since this is an interview and not a general survey. At the bottom of your post, after answering the Interviewer’s questions, you ask if anyone wants to be interviewed. So it becomes your turn– in the comments, you ask them any questions you have for them to take back to their journals and answer. And so it becomes the circle. Who will play? May I interview you?

These questions courtesy of ablueeyedboy.

1) Anger is always based in fear. What makes you the most angry, and what are you afraid of in relation to it?

I think what makes me the most angry is intolerance of difference. Some of my most nominally liberal friends are incredibly intolerant of those who don’t share their views…to the point of bigotry.

What I fear most as a result, is twofold: first, that I will be the same way, and second, that I will bend so far backward with tolerance that I fail to stand up for that which I find important.

2) What date that you can put numbers on, besides the common shared ones (Kennedy assassination, trade center, etc.) do you remember vividly and why is it so important?

I think it would have to be Dec. 19, 1975. I was involved in an act of violence that I prefer not to describe in detail. It was important because it changed me forever.

3) What is your first regret?

I had the chance to live in Ireland some twenty odd years ago. A friend and I were going to borrow a house on the coast from an old professor for six months. I was too afraid of leaving the US and my family for six months with no obvious means of support. I turned down the chance. Stupid.

4) If you could trade bodies with someone of the opposite sex for a week, who would you trade with, and what are three things you would do with it?

Patricia Smith. I’d write three Patricia Smith poems.

5) If you could alter the nature of one thing in existance, what would you be and how would you alter it?

Water would be intoxicating.


By the way

The new Zero Point Zero column which so many of you contributed to is up here if you’d like to take a look.

I posted the link on the weekend, so you might have missed it.

In addition, a couple of my good buddies (Joe Fusco Jr., Paul David Mena, and — I think — a couple more are getting their own columns there as well. Joe’s funny, and Paul’s a truly great haiku master (won awards in Japan for his work).


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a poem I read tonight

I have come to the decision that I only feel good before I get on stage, while I’m on stage, and in the few minutes of applause after I am done.

All my good feelings dissolve a few moments after that.

Isn’t that known as Janis Joplin syndrome?

THE END OF THE WORLD

The best part of
The end of the world
Was the moment
Just before it happened

When
The ground and horizon that had been clear before us
slipped a bit
and we said
hey,
This is it, this must be it

And it was grand
because
for that one second we knew just what was going to happen
We knew that we could expect things to change
Because change was inevitable and unavoidable
and sex was over but so were war and famine
and we thought all we had to go on
in the few minutes we had left
were tenderness and a refusal to give up –

But then

the shock

to find

the end was instead so
quiet,
low clarinet
instead of tympani,
that
we weren’t sure it had happened
until long after it was over
until the morning we woke up and saw the sky turn bright white

We turned up our faces toward it
And they shone like hubcaps
Rolling away from a wreck
And we couldn’t eat breakfast together and
We didn’t kiss goodbye and we barely
Recognized each other
As we went about our business

And that was the true end of the world

Or at least
of my part of it


a poem I read tonight

I have come to the decision that I only feel good before I get on stage, while I’m on stage, and in the few minutes of applause after I am done.

All my good feelings dissolve a few moments after that.

Isn’t that known as Janis Joplin syndrome?

THE END OF THE WORLD

The best part of
The end of the world
Was the moment
Just before it happened

When
The ground and horizon that had been clear before us
slipped a bit
and we said
hey,
This is it, this must be it

And it was grand
because
for that one second we knew just what was going to happen
We knew that we could expect things to change
Because change was inevitable and unavoidable
and sex was over but so were war and famine
and we thought all we had to go on
in the few minutes we had left
were tenderness and a refusal to give up –

But then

the shock

to find

the end was instead so
quiet,
low clarinet
instead of tympani,
that
we weren’t sure it had happened
until long after it was over
until the morning we woke up and saw the sky turn bright white

We turned up our faces toward it
And they shone like hubcaps
Rolling away from a wreck
And we couldn’t eat breakfast together and
We didn’t kiss goodbye and we barely
Recognized each other
As we went about our business

And that was the true end of the world

Or at least
of my part of it


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