My quest for poetry has led me to some interesting resources. One of them being a podcast from The New Yorker, where real, live poets read the works of other poets. Live!
Care for a listen? Click here.
It’s a nice thing to have on while cooking dinner, let me tell you. Sort of like having a couple of good friends over to chat about life and beauty and love, while you chop peppers and onions.
The other day Billy Collins was over, and he mentioned something William Matthews said. I was so blown away by it, I backed it up three times so I could hear it again.
Then I wrote it down, because I’m sure Billy was getting tired of repeating it: Continue reading “The Joy of Editing. Wait… What?”
Editor: Exciting news readers! Our Writer Self is being interviewed by our Reporter Self! This is just further proof of the sparkling innovation we’ve got going here at Feeding on Folly. (Not to mention insanity.) So without further ado, let’s get to it. I’m just going to stand over here and eat my sandwich. One damn fine sandwich, it is. Take it away ladies!
Reporter: Hello, Writer Self. Thank you for speaking with me today.
Writer: Glad to do it. I like your shoes, by the way.
R: Thanks! They are cute, aren’t they? And sooo comfortable. I got them on sale.
W: Nice. So, how does this work exactly? I’ve never been interviewed by an alter ego before.
R: I’m not sure. You’re the first writer I ever interviewed.
W: Oh really?
R: Actually, you’re my first interview ever.
W: Wait… what?
Continue reading “I’ll Have One Existential Crisis, Hold the Mayo”