I composed Incidental Notes on Flowers in late 1997 while living in an abandoned institution previously inhabited by people with intellectual disabilities. The occasional fragment was inspired by the strange graffiti in the communal bathrooms and the odd silences in the hollows. The poems took particular shape one night in November during a violent tropical storm which flooded the ground floor of the building. I sat on a bench in the industrial kitchen, writing by candle light as lightening crashed into the ocean and knee deep water drowned everything I owed in the world.
Four new poems from my forthcoming collection have been published at Anti-heroin Chic.
Anti-Heroin Chic is not really about cool, it’s about the margin-of-error of cool. As Janis Ian says “If we were inside there, where the light is warm and everybody is laughing and dancing, we wouldn’t be able to see it. We have to be outside in order to see it. That’s what being an artist is.” And that is what Anti-Heroin Chic is about. What we observe through the window.
Forgotten Corpse of Boy, Bloodle, Insomnia Kitten Creeps In and Several Ghosts