Thursday, April 22, 2010
(What follows is a poem by Franz Wright entitled "Intake Interview," from his 2009 volume entitled Wheeling Motel)
(Update 4/28/10: since the poet has now limited the direction of this discussion, please refrain from continuing to answer the largely unanswerable questions of the following poem.)
What is today's date?
Who is the President?
How great a danger do you pose, on a scale of one to ten?
What does "people who live in glass houses" mean?
Every symphony is a suicide postponed, true or false?
Should each individual snowflake be held accountable for the avalanche?
Name five rivers.
What do you see yourself doing in ten minutes?
How about some lovely soft Thorazine music?
If you could have half an hour with your father, what would you say to him?
What should you do if I fall asleep?
Are you still following in his mastodon footsteps?
What is the moral of "Mary Had a Little Lamb"?
What about his Everest shadow?
Would you compare your education to a disease so rare no one else has ever had it, or the deliberate extermination of indigenous populations?
Which is more puzzling, the existence of suffering or its frequent absence?
Should an odd number be sacrificed to the gods of the sky, and an even to those of the underworld, or vice versa?
Would you visit a country where nobody talks?
What would you have done differently?
Why are you here?
If you would like to join SPEP, please answer any of these questions in the comments, and I'll let you know. Thank you for coming.