Interview by Meggy Wang →
4.26.11b (with FS)
Shiver me timbers. Darling we have never missed you more. We are about getting you on track with whatever it takes. Leather, lithium. We trust you implicitly. We didn’t mean ‘there is a line.’ We mean ‘massage my hollow leg.’ We know you are a free spirit. Darling you make all the choices, the most interesting for clarity or obfuscation. Your hair has never looked...
As if what I have to say is a reason to know me.
at night while the dogs were barking Baby Gauge and I crawled under the fence...– The Wolves, Frank Stanford
04.12.11 (with FS)
Would you like to stay? We have little to offer in the way of health benefits. A geode’s molten core is all. A waterlogged saddle is all. A molding pack of love letters tied in redred ribbon is all. We’d dress you in gold lamé. Call you Cupcake. This ship is larger than it appears, but you’d see a lot of us. We never ask you questions any more, why not? Where are you from, etc....
04.09.11b (with FS)
Welcome to the Captain’s world. There are no barkers to usher you through but we suspect you already know the way. We seem to remember you being here before, back when the machine was humid and umber. Like a lover we keep you hidden. But you’ve never been our lover, no more than a nautilus or a jackrabbit has ever been our lover. Our lovers are what the Captain approves. The...
Q. Who’s got a California? A. If you possess a magnetism you’ve got to be responsible about it.
Spring is all I can think about. Weather. The light. How it feels in the nasal passages. Many books. Many thousands of words. Others. My own. Mostly quiet. Maybe too quiet. Humming to open my throat. Nothing of consequence to say, and I have difficulty forming words. Slurring. Unable to find the sounds that match the ideas. Pale coffee. Thinning body. Firming body. Just the body.The interruptions...
04.07.11 (with FS)
Provide for me one useful implement. Compass. Rose. Thin technology from an alien race. A silent man with green eyes. Whiskey. Roses aren’t mapped by the prick of. What we meant was guidance. I was hoping you could help with that; a mentor is my favorite dragon. When did the wink become so sleazy? Mentor with a mouth of petals. Mentor with a mouth of rocks. 23000 casualties, Captain. What...
04.04.11 (with FS)
Weigh anchor. Keel-hauled. Injury by consensus. Captain I didn’t mean it. That which must give way to the privileged vessel. Is it me? Do they yield? Am I clean? Am I scraped clean?
04.02.11b (with FS)
O Captain my Captain. Dear Captain, I have an offering. Soup on the stove, a rock made of hair, blood in the dirt, a single breast. When I press my hands to my temples, I see you in my left eye and these holy lambs in my right. Mice were you, fourteen of you. Captain can explain what a lie is. I am having a certain difficulty that may be biological. Open your mouth as if to speak. Flock instead...
It’s a classic story. A good boy who wants to be a good boy falls in love with a bad girl who wants to be a bad boy.