Monday, August 31, 2020

David Spicer Interview

                                Interview with David Spicer

What inspired you to become a writer? My alienation with just about everybody except my first muse, who encouraged my writing, which was mostly horrible at that time. And she had good taste. It’s a paradox I’ll always grapple with.

At what age did you start submitting words for publication? 20—college lit mag.

Who and what were some of your influences? Corso, Ginsberg, Bukowski, Ferlinghetti, Merwin, James Tate, Philip Levine, Stephen Dobyns, Strand, Whitman, Dylan. Plus folk music, chess, people who farted until the sun turned blue, and a muskrat named Sammy, who taught me how to speak Egyptian. Oh, and a beautiful angel of a Maine Coon named Annie who coached me how to be humble.

What languages do you speak? English, Pig Latin, six years of shitty German learned in high school and college, and ten or twelve words of Russian learned in six weeks. I’m a late bloomer.

Do you prefer to read poetry, fiction, or non-fiction for personal enjoyment? Poetry mostly, a little non-fiction and fiction, Classics Illustrateds, Sears Catalogues, The Athiest’s Bible, and books on kumquats.

What are your favorite bands? Though I prefer singer-songwriters to bands, I’ll try to name a few: The Band (of course), Stones, Airplane, Butterfield Blues Band, Hot Tuna, Country Joe and the Fish, Creedence, Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds, Mazzy Star, The Handsome Family, Velvet Underground, Dire Straits, The Carter Family, Monkey Pissers vs. the Turd Tappers, and The Halloween Stud Muffins. Others, too. I love music.

Who are your favorite writers? Besides those named above, Kim Addonizio, Frank Stanford, Denise Duhamel, Diane Seuss, Terrance Hayes, Jim Harrison, Thomas Lux. And more.

Do you play any instruments? The kazoo if I’m motivated.

What is your favorite beverage or drug while writing?  Whatever’s available—Mexicokes, Zeros, $20 bottles of wine, tea, tap water.

Do you drive or prefer public transportation? Drive or walk.

What is the best car you’ve ever owned? Corolla. But I owned two junker Caddies; one saved me when I kissed a concrete wall after it hit an oil slick and then gave its life for me. Those two were my favorites, but not necessarily the best.

If you could travel anywhere, where would you go? I’ve never traveled, but I suppose a planet not in our solar system that has all women on it.

·         If could live in or visit another time, when would it be? The Romantic era: I’d teach a few of those fuckers something with my sauve Bukowskian dialect.

Please, tell us about the place where you live? What’s Memphis like, lots of musicians? A good poetry reading scene? Tons of music—fuck, it’s Elvis and Blues country. I got to see Leonard Cohen do splits at the age of 78 or so at the Orpheum. Poetry readings, not so much, especially since the Trumpdemic. But back in the day of the 70s and 80s through the aughts, almost every big shot poet and fiction writer showed up at the university to read his words.

Do you have anything special that you would like to share with the Ppigpenn audience? My three newest books are Waiting for the Needle Rain and American Maniac, both from Hekate Publishing, and Confessional, from Cyberwit.net.  Also, don’t hitchhike in Alaska, don’t take candy from children or old men, and know, that somewhere, the perfect poem waits for you in its immortal, shameless glory.

Do you prefer older women? What age range? Immortal women from another solar system’s planet.

What do think about presses, such as Print on Demand or Web Blogs? Which do you prefer? PoD—I prefer to hold something in my hand and feel the fresh ink on my fingers, but I’ll take anything I can get.

Thanks David. Thank you.

                            Review of American Maniac

 

American Sniper by David Spicer is a rough ride, be prepared. “To Memphis with Southern Comfort and a .357. Filled with motherfuckers playing Russian Roulette eating mustard sandwiches. Sweet young things with hair like baked carrots and eyes blue as a new yacht.” Spicer shoots hard and doesn’t miss. His tales are of primal tribulation. He’s a cat, I’d want watching my six when the shit hits the fan and it always does. I highly recommend David’s book, he is a force to be reckoned with. “Goodnight Jesus.”

Catfish McDaris     8-30-2020

The Ride

 

 

He picked me up near Portland,

wouldn’t let me out until Memphis.

Mozart wafted from the stereo.

I couldn’t eat or sleep,

pissed my pants twice,

had to drive his white Cadillac

as he guzzled Southern Comfort.

He wore mirrored Foster Grants,

made me listen to dirty jokes.

When he drove he cussed

Toyotas going the speed limit:

I ought to ram ‘em in the ass.

He grabbed at my crotch,

I tried to jump out

but he pulled a .357

from his Hong Kong suit,

shoved the barrel into my ear and said,

You want your brains for dinner, kid?

I ate my sweat instead.

I got even, though:

I stole his poems.

 

Crooked Typesetter

 

 

I knew a woman

who talked like Elmer Fudd.

 

Before computers

crowded the universe, she set type.

 

She bilked me out of fifteen grand

and called me delicious.

 

Said she used to be a genetics engineer

with twenty-three aliases.

 

After she jilted scores of gamblers,

she drifted past the river’s casinos

 

and opened a hash-house beer joint.

Her own boss,

 

she didn’t cater to anyone

but a dog named Slow.

 

I miss that fifteen grand

and I’m not delicious anymore.

 

 

For My Outlaw Lady

 

 

Your brains are beautiful

as the black hair over

those shoulders, a man’s leather jacket

toughening the nowhere night.

What’s next, outlaw lady?

When will you kill the bastard

who lied, shoot the fucker

with a double barrel?

Or kick him in the balls

until he dies? Forget him,

crazy cunt, come with me,

I have money—

we’ll make the day wish

it had wings, and

when the bullets are gone

we’ll steal the moon

and raise hell,

a holiday of lust named for us.

 

 






Sunday, May 24, 2020

Heath Brougher Interview

                           Heath Brougher Interview


What inspired you to become a writer?
Nothing specific. I’ve been writing since I learned how to write. I’ve got notebooks dating back to the 2nd grade—some real hardcore shit in those notebooks from 2nd grade!!

At what age did you start submitting words for publication?
Being the GENIUS that I am, I did not begin to type up and submit the over 20 years of my duffel bags filled with notebooks (and 92 ENTIRE books) until the age of 34 which was in 2014.

Who and what were some of your influences?
Elementary/middle school it was mostly Poe and Twain. Then the Beats kicked in and took me to entirely new places.

What languages do you speak?
English (terribly!!)

Do you prefer to read poetry, fiction, or non-fiction for personal enjoyment?
All of the above although I tend to enjoy most philosophy.

What are your favorite bands?
Tool, A Perfect Circle, Iron Chic, The Beatles, Tool, Nirvana, Pink Floyd, Mudhoney, Tool, The Jimi Hendrix Experience, Tool, and I could go on forever. Those are just quickies off the top of my head.

Do you play any instruments?
Nope. Always wished I’d have taken up the guitar though. I’m left-handed so I’d probably be pretty good. Haha!

What is your favorite beverage or drug while writing?
Large quantities of angel dust injected directly into a vein in either one of my three eyes.

Do you drive or prefer public transportation?
Definitely public transportation. There’s nothing I love more than sitting down in a nice warm seat filled with a puddle of a bum’s piss.

If you could travel anywhere, where would you go?
New Zealand.

If could live in or visit another time, when would it be?
Sometime during the Jurassic Era. I’d like to stay there for as long as it took until my life was in severe danger which, for a human, would probably clock in around 17 seconds.

Please, tell us about the place where you live?
York, PA aka Shit Towne. Anyone remember the band Live? Yea. They were from York and they wrote that song. Spot on, too, in my opinion.

Do you have anything special that you would like to share with the Ppigpenn audience?
What is 17, 987 x 141, 618? My calculator is too small to fit the size of it and I’ve always wondered what the answer was.

Tell us about Concrete Mist Press?
It was a press I started to help out up and coming writers who were pushing the envelope and getting the usual cold shoulder from the “higher tier” presses and publications. I wanted to be an outlet for them to finally have a book published. What I wasn’t expecting was the massive response when I announced the “birth” of CMP on FB. Suddenly, poets and writers like Catfish McDaris, Alan Britt, Heller Levinson, Will Alexander were asking if I’D be interested in publishing one of their books. What was I going to do? Say NO? To them? I don’t think so! It all just kind of snowballed after that.

Do you like to eat pussy? Do you prefer older women?
I actually prefer younger women. Lol! I have been pleasantly surprised by some of the older ones though.

What do think about lying motherfuckers starting presses, then acting all uppity?
Ahhhhhhhh! You’re not gonna get me on this!! HAHA!!

Heath Brougher Interview and Words

               Heath Brougher Interview and Words




Heath Brougher is the Editor-in-Chief of Concrete Mist Press as well as poetry editor for Into the Void Magazine, winner of the 2017 and 2018 Saboteur Awards for Best Magazine. His work has been published many times online and in print. His two latest collections of poetry are "Change Your Mind" (Alien Buddha Press, 2019) and "Bleeding Backwards" (Diaphanous Press, 2019).



Toxic Tapwater

Endorphins are slick as the fabric of laughter. 
Fantastic kingdoms of intoxication. 
Hey people! Fluoride destroys brain tissue.
That is why it's in tap water—
did you honestly think the government 
gave a millisecond's worth of a fuck
about how healthy your teeth are??
 
To be made of a river
is to be made of toxicity.
 
Everyone coughs as the social sickness
continues waxing through the decades.
 
Startled water moves in temporary chaos.
Maurice throws $18 into the air.



Further Explanation Needed 
 
What the 
fuck do 
you mean 
when you 
ask me to
"look you 
dead in 
the eyes?"

You're already 
dead in 
the eyes—
just 
like 
everyone 
else! 




Nietzsche Was Right

I know
for a 
fact that
God is 
dead because
I am 
the one 
who killed 
that motherfucker! 




Monday, April 27, 2020

Alexis Rhone Fancher 2020 Interview


Ppigpenn Interview 2020 and Photos by Alexis Rhone Fancher



What inspired you to become a writer?
I’ve always written. Poems, short character studies, flash. I began sending out my work for publication in 2012, after studying writing for 5 years with the great Jack Grapes here in Los Angeles.

Who and what were some of your influences? I bought my first book of poetry at fifteen, Ferlinghetti’s A Coney Island of the Mind. I remember reading it aloud to my first real boyfriend, the infamous Michael Cohen of my first collection, How I Lost My Virginity to Michael Cohen & other heart stab poems, and stumbling over all the “dirty” words. I had never spoken the word “fuck” aloud before. It was an education. As for influences, Dorianne Laux’s work, early on, gave me permission. Ditto Sharon Olds, Marie Howe, and Ellen Bass. I love Bruce Snider, Frank O’Hara, and Joseph Millar. Matthew Dickman floats my boat, as does Natalie Diaz, Michelle Bitting, Jeffrey MacDaniel, Jack Gilbert, Marty MaConnell, Frank X Gaspar, Ilya Kaminsky, Lila Chatti, and Cynthia Atkins. And I adore Lucille Clifton.

What languages do you speak? Je parle français, and English, of course. Enough Spanish to function in Southern California.

Do you prefer to read poetry, fiction, or non-fiction for personal enjoyment? I read mostly poetry, love novels, and occasionally read historical non-fiction. Favorite novelists: Donna Tartt, Edward P. Jones, Jeanette Winterson, Anne Michaels, Ann Patchett, John Fowles, Isaac Dinesen, John Kennedy Toole.

What are your favorite bands? I’m a jazz fan. Monk, Miles, Coltrane, Ella, Chet, Mingus, Dolphy, Billie, Sarah, Bird, Evans, Dexter Gordon, Charles Lloyd.

Do you play any instruments? A bit of guitar. Skin flute.

What is your favorite beverage or drug while writing? French Roast coffee, and plenty of it. An occasional cognac or Bailey’s after.

What are your favorite foods? Lobster, shrimp, scallops, filet mignon, brie, fresh baguette, corned beef on rye, French onion soup, New York cheesecake, sushi, pasta, risotto, salade niçoise, pancakes, caramel, See’s chocolate, berries, peaches, apricots. Bacon. I’ve been accused of being a foodie.

Do you drive or prefer public transportation? I live in Los Angeles. I always prefer to drive.

Please, tell us about your family? Just me and my beloved. No pets other than an opinionated robot named Vector. A younger brother and sister. Assorted cousins scattered all over the U.S. The usual.

If you could travel anywhere, where would you go? Back in time. I’d be 20 again, and this time, not so naive.

Your photos have been published worldwide. What are you doing these days? I’m excited to share that a book of photos of Los Angeles poets I’ve shot over the past 10 years will be published in 2022 by Moon Tide Press.

If you could live in or visit another time, when would it be? I think I’d thrive in the post-WWI decadence of Paris and Berlin.

Please, tell us about the place where you live? I live in a treetop apartment, a mile from the beach on the bluffs of San Pedro, California. It’s about 20 miles from DTLA, but it might as well be another country. We live in nature, and have a magnificent eastern view of the sunrise over the ports of Los Angeles and Long Beach. Quiet. Idyllic. A great place to write.

Do you have anything special that you would like to share with the Ppigpenn audience? My latest collection, EROTIC: New & Selected, publishes from New York Quarterly later this year.

If you could have three magic wishes, what would they be? Continued good health, enough money, and that the words keep flowing.


Alexis Rhone Fancher Photos

Alexis Rhone Fancher      Photos

Alexis Rhone Fancher Photos

Alexis Rhone Fancher           Photos



Alexis Rhone Fancher Photos

Alexis Rhone Fancher     Photos

Alexis Rhone Fancher Photos

Alexis Rhone Fancher   Photos


Photos by Alexis Rhone Fancher

                           Photos by Alexis Rhone Fancher




Wednesday, April 15, 2020

Nick Gerrard with Friends, Band, and Family



Interview with Nick Gerrard


Nick Gerrard
Ppigpenn Interview: What inspired you to become a writer?
I think I was inspired by the first punk bands. I would write lyrics for our shit punk band while working in the assembly line factory at aged 16.
At what age did you start submitting words for publication?
 I started writing gig reviews and political stuff in my teens and then travel essays in my thirties as I was travelling a lot. My first fictional stuff was when I was in my thirties.
Who and what were some of your influences?
Apart from Joe strummer and other punk poets I would say, Orwell for his essays. Steinbeck, Bukowski and a book I read called Ringolevio by Emmet Grogan; all about his life; I loved the style and stories he told. And lastly Emile Zola, fantastic story teller.

What languages do you speak?
I have lived in 6 countries so speak some of all the languages there but you forget stuff…So when I was getting hammered every night after working in the kitchens in Paris my French was great but now not so much. Other than that: Czech, Spanish and Portuguese; at various levels.

Do you prefer to read poetry, fiction, or non-fiction for personal enjoyment?
Fiction and short stories most of all.

What are your favourite bands?
All the old punk bands: The Clash, The ruts, Killing joke, The Vibrators, The Stranglers.
Do you play any instruments?
The Guitar
What is your favourite beverage or drug while writing?
Coffee; Unlike Bukowski I could never write while drunk.
What are your favourite foods?
French cuisine.

Do you drive or prefer public transportation?
I don’t drive. I love train travel and write a lot on buses and trains in my little note book.
Please, tell us about your family?
I have a crazy sister who was a Dancer and has lived in more places in the Word than me. She lives in Serbia now with A Dutch, Hungarian Jewish guy called Waffle Paul.
If you could travel anywhere, where would you go?
I would like to travel in South America ...I lived in Brazil but went nowhere else. I have lived in Malawi too and visited some African countries but would like to go again. Everyone should visit Africa at some time I feel.
If could live in or visit another time, when would it be?
The start of the Russian revolution! Before Stalin came along and fucked it up!
Please, tell us about the place where you live?
I live right in the middle of a city Olomouc in Czech. It is like a mini Prague; beautiful old buildings and no bloody tourists. Before that we lived in the Mts here in Czech running an eco-tourist lodge…Totally isolated. From one extreme to another.

Do you have anything special that you would like to share with the Ppigpenn audience?
Read more short stories, perfect for today’s phone obsessed society. Short story writers don’t get enough credit or exposure.

If you could have three magic wishes, what would they be?
More people to buy my books.
More money so I can travel more.
To stay alive as long as possible to enjoy seeing my son grow up.

I'd love to use the photo of the 2 lovely ladies shooting the bird!
I don’t know what you mean but go ahead!
Also write about your band life and how you left England. I have an English and Italian partner on my mag/blog.
In the early days we all formed bands. Most of them were rubbish but that wasn’t the point. It was just to get up there and do it. I couldn’t play a chord so played one string then turned the sound down and just mimed...trying to look cool.
Later I became the singer and played in a couple of bands. One was pretty good...like a cross between Motorhead and killing joke. We were famous in Birmingham for never playing there. We held all night practice sessions in these old underground bunkers. These basically became our concerts and everyone took speed and we played all night with tonnes of friends there. Were got on the radio and played in other places but in our own town that is the only place we played. I got more into the political side of punk during the great miners’ strike and stopped the music and concentrated on the politics. I left the UK after getting pissed off after being a political activist for quite a few years. So, I decided to go for a bit of hedonism and travelled all over Europe and then went and lived and worked in Paris, Barcelona, Lisbon and Brazil...A lot of stories came out of those times. A lot of drinking was done too, which I seem to never have recovered from.


David Spicer Interview

                                Interview with David Spicer What inspired you to become a writer? My alienation with just about everybody ex...