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Thursday, February 27, 2020

New Releases: Holy & Intoxicated Publications (2020)

Here are two of the first Holy incarnations from 2020 from two of the best in the small press industry:

Red Focks: Thousands of Non-Biodegradable Plastic Bottles Filled With Piss & Cigarette Butts


FEBRUARY HEATWAVE

I may just stay in this bag all day.
Like a pink Bunny, I go on.
Hours, divisible by dopamine.
Balanced on the peak of a heap 
of compact minerals.
Playing connect the dots, 
with flickering streetlights.
There's no rest for the virtuous. I close my eyes.
I dream about the calcium in my bones liquidating.
I dream of sweet caramel and honey licorice.
I dream of a parallel lifetime, 
which leaves me hungover.
I dream of rest.


Will the real middle class please stand up? I see twenty-million foreclosed houses and everybody I know is just one ride in the back of an ambulance away from  poverty if they haven't gotten there already. Al Bundy used to be funny before moving into a mcmansion with his modern family. Peggy got to keep the kids and the debt. A raised ranch with a white picket fence used to cost seven grand; now that won't even buy you a used Mercedes from 1980 with no breaks. Superstores have absorbed the mom & pop shops. Some fucking scumbag with a bowtie lies through his teeth on the 24 hour news stations. He says that anybody who wants to raise the minimum wage is greedy. So will the middle class please stand up? It seems to me that if you're not all extinct you're a severely endangered species.


Ryan Quinn Flanagan Criticaster


Tempered Steel


Tempered steel

is no different than 
tempered
man:

worked
and manipulated 
and fashioned
to fit the 
needs

of 
others.



Professional Pour

I sideways pour the Budweiser tall can 
into a waiting malt glass.
A professional pour,
just like the bartenders do.
Almost no head.
Then I sit and watch the 
yellow bubbles float up
to the surface, imagine them
the air bubbles of many  
tiny invisible fish.
I take a long deep swig
and think of the school of fish 
I just drank down.
How they live inside me now.
In a lake of perfectly 
poured beer.



Sunday, February 23, 2020

Book Review/ Interview: Mendes Biondo SPAGHETTI and MEATBALLS: Poems for Hot Organs (Pski’s Porch, 2018) 152 pages


This is young Italian poet Mendes Biondo’s first collection of poetry. There are 41 poems in the book- written first in English and then in Italian. The poems are typically confessional, free verse, lower case and punctuation-free in style. They cover a wide gamut of topics typical of a fledgling poet- every day events, looking for a job, finding one’s place in the world, the rebellion against society’s expectations, his quest for love, fucking, and his thoughts on Italy, writing, god, death and Homer Simpson. 

The title poem appears near the end of the collection and reveals Biondo’s love for simile, his use of explicit sexual language and his signature poetic recipe- of combining food and sex.

Spaghetti & Meatballs
(Poem for Hot Organs)

I dreamed of writing
this book
It happened after a good fuck with you
after a good meal
after a good drink

I was suspended in nothingness and I was launching
words in deep space
like proton beams
like swollen rivers
like I was coming

and everything was in peace
I had taken the weight off
of some thorns in the side
and of itches that I wanted to scratch

the world turned under me
like a giant sweaty ass
and I slapped him
together with the moon
a giant white ass
in a cosmic threesome

so I sprayed my cheese
on your spaghetti
on my meatballs

(all poems in this review are reprinted with the permission of the poet)

Asked how he came up with the title, Biondo says in the interview which follows this short review, “I wanted to pay a tribute both to Italian and American culture, so I tried to think about a word that would be able to bond them together. So I came out with Spaghetti and Meatballs. An Italian word on the first side, an American one on the second. Then it's a common recipe for both cultures. The second part of the title is a linguistic cast from a collection of poems by Charles Bukowski. The Italian version is "Musica per organi caldi" (Music for hot organs). I just changed the word music with poems. A tribute to the Ol' Hank.”

Biondo’s second language is English and asked about the difficulties he has faced in writing the stuff he says, “I wrote most of the poems I published directly in the English language. I've got to thank my English teacher during high school for that. She always told me "think in English while writing" so now it's quite easy for me to write poems in another language. I still face problems on puns, false friends and common sayings. I can make you a little example: you say hair - singular - when you are talking about the tricks covering your head. We call them "capelli" - plural - so it could happen I call hairs the hair. Quite embarrassing but funny, if you think about it...”

Biondo’s use of English in the collection is sometimes raw and unpolished and reveals some flaws in his use of syntax, word choice and use of tense. 

My Italian is limited to a few swear words I learnt growing up in lower NDG in Montreal, so sadly I cannot comment on Biondo’s Italian versions of the poems.

I love the cover of the book and it is the most striking I have seen for a while in the small press. Asked about what brief Biondo gave to Jeff Fillpski, the artist, he says, “No briefs at all. I told him: ‘man, put your thoughts about this book on the canvas’ and so he did. I was really overjoyed of the final result even if Facebook banned the picture because of those red nipples. I think people have problems if they prefer to see gore instead of a happy pair of tits.” 

A few poems such as ‘Dirty Fandango’, ‘By Bye – Fuck you – Bye (I’m a Weird Bastard and I Know It), ‘Morning With You Is a Slow Jazz’ are sexually explicit but they are carefully and artistically constructed. 

The best writing in this collection occurs when Biondo tones down the mad or weird sex shit and writes more intimately in the second person direct to his unnamed lover. The poems ‘On The Carousel of The Planets I Wrote You a Poem’, ‘Your Rain’, ‘We Rolled In The Bed’, ‘Ciao’, ‘This Night I Want To Write’, ‘The Beginning of the Journey’, ‘To Our Broken Sandals’ and others are sensual, erotic, sometimes longing, and without sticking a dick into the face of the reader.  

The simplicity and sensuality of ‘The Goose Skin’, for example, makes it a highly memorial poem:

The Goose Skin

I feel the goose skin
I feel the water that falls
from the gutters
I feel your breath
in the ears

and I want again those kisses
and those words

I want to fight against the sun
to be the only shining on
your naked body

and make it sweating
and make it bloom
as fleshy red petal flowers

and I want that my skin
rests goosy all night long

for our love
for your sex
for you

In an afterword in the book entitled Just a last note before let you go,Biondo thanks his long term partner Elena for the support she has given him in helping him put his art together, “This book would not be done without all the wonderful experience we did and the support she constantly gave to me day after day, adventure after adventure.”

Asked if Elena is the unnamed muse Biondo admits, “Yes, Elena is the woman who moved me to write those words. But I always use a pseudonym for her or I don't use any kind of names at all.” 

Pressed a little bit further about how she might feel about the explicit content about some of Biondo’s poems he says, “She is fine with it and, after reading this question, she said: “If love and sex are an happy affair, all is fine. A lot of people are struggling with toxic relationships, I think our own could be a way to bring a positive message to them. Love and sex should not be something you don't want to face, but a burning desire." Biondo is a very lucky man indeed!

As I mentioned before, a highly interesting aspect of Biondo’s poetry is his ability to combine images of eating & sex. His poem ‘We Rolled In The Bed’ begins:

we rolled in the bed
you were a grain of grapes
with all the pulp out
and the blankets smelled of grass

we ate each other
without hunger
only the taste 
of biting our pulps

The poems ‘Speak As You Eat’ and “My Tongue Is Like An Old Man’ are also central to this theme. The erotic, humorous poem ‘Dirty Sexy Sushi’ humps it even further:

Dirty Sexy Sushi

last time we went to a sushi bar
we ate like bittersweet pigs
all the rolls we found
on that oiled dirty menu

sushi is sexy
              you said
all these rolls seem
to have sex with our tongues

we paid the bill
with wasabi in our pants
we went home
and all the sushi
rolled down from my lemon chicken
rolled down from your well sliced sashimi

you showed me your crab
I showed you my salmon
we were ready for the chirashi

eat my temaki
              drink my miso soup
suck this nigiri- it’s like a cream
               make me a Bombay roll
taste my tempura fingers
               take my ramen on your rice cups

what a night we had
what a dinner we ate
in all that you can eat fun

Biondo’s work is raw, sexy, full of imperfections and by a man driven by his feelings of love, happiness, food and well-being. Lap it up, digest it, have a crap on a loo, enjoy the experience as in his poem ‘One Day A Shaman Told To Me About Irony And Entropy’:

only in that particular moment
in that particular pain
low physical suffering
the great spirit will come
speaking words impossible to hear 


Biography: Mendes Biondo is an Italian poet. His works appeared on Visual Verse, I Am Not A Silent Poet, Literary Yard, Angela Topping Hygge Feature, Indigent A La Carte, Alien Buddha Zine, Rust Belt Press, Horror Sleaze Trash, The BeZine, Scrittura Magazine, The Song Is, Poetry Pasta and other magazines. He is one of the editors of The Ramingo's Porch and PpigpenN. He is the author of "Spaghetti & Meatballs - Poems for Hot Organs" (Pski's Porch Publishing), “Where Hot Rod Rides” (Cajun Mutt Press),the limited edition chapbook “Young, Cruel and Angry Was The Night” (Holy & Intoxicated Press), and “River House Blues” (Horror Sleaze Trash).


Further Resources: 

Mendes Speakeasy: Spaghetti and Meatballs- How it all started with a challenge to myself: https://themendesspeakeasy.wordpress.com/2019/01/07/spaghettimeatballs-how-it-all-started-with-a-challenge-to-myself/



Interview by Catfish McDaris on ppigpenn here: http://ppigpenn.blogspot.com/2019/11/interview-with-mendes-biondo.html



INTERVIEW WITH MENDES BIONDO 18 FEBRUARY 2020

When did you first develop a serious interest in writing poetry? 

During high school I understood fine and smart girls were interested poetry and literature in general. So I started smithing words just to spread out positive vibrations and to melt girls hearts. I'm always happy to say I'm still writing for my long-term partner Elena and she is overjoyed to be my muse. I see poetry like a source of happiness and spiritual health. As I told in another interview, I think poetry should be a balm for the reader and for the poet himself.

What are the names of some of the poets who in the past and who currently influence your work? 

I read a lot of ancient poets during my school period while now I'm lucky to meet living poets who are changing my style and enriching my self dictionary. I would like to thank for their works Catfish McDaris, John D. Robinson, John Dorsey, James D. Casey IV, Guinotte Wise, Marc Pietrzykowski, Marianne Szlyk, Deborah Alma, Finola Scott and many more. Currently I'm reading many essays and poems about Native American people. They are enlighting.

What is your practice- do you write every day? Do you do much revision? 

I don't write everyday but I think to do it daily. I have to be sure about what I'm writing before working it on the PC or on the smartphone. I generally revise poems to check the spelling and to fix typos. Then I add or cut pieces if I feel they are not good enough in that position or poem. 

Can you explain how you came up with the title of the collection: SPAGHETTI and MEATBALLS: Poems for Hot Organs? 

I wanted to pay a tribute both to Italian and American culture, so I tried to think about a word that would be able to bond them together. So I came out with Spaghetti and Meatballs. An Italian word on the first side, an American one on the second. Then it's a common recipe for both cultures. The second part of the title is a linguistic cast from a collection of poems by Charles Bukowski. The Italian version is "Musica per organi caldi" (Music for hot organs). I just changed the word music with poems. A tribute to the Ol' Hank.

What brief did you give Jeff Filipski for the front cover or was it taken from an existing image of his? 

No briefs at all. I told him: "man, put your thoughts about this book on the canvas" and so he did. I was really overjoyed of the final result even if Facebook banned the picture because of those red nipples. I think people have problems if they prefer to see gore instead of a happy pair of tits. 

You mention that Deborah Alma, the Emergency Poet was the first person who encouraged you to write poems in English: https://emergencypoet.com/about/
Do you do your own translations? What are some of the problems you've faced in writing in English? 

I wrote most of the poems I published directly in the English language. I've got to thank my English teacher during high school for that. She always told me "think in English while writing" so now it's quite easy for me to write poems in another language. I still face problems on puns, false friends and common sayings. I can make you a little example: you say hair - singular - when you are talking about the tricks covering your head. We call them "capelli" - plural - so it could happen I call hairs the hair. Quite embarassing but funny, if you think about it...

What is the story behind Pski’s Porch's decision to publish a bilingual edition of your book in English and Italian? 

I came up with that idea because I wanted to pay tribute to both cultures. Marc did a wonderful work - and I thank him for that. He always believed in me, even when I asked him to publish the printed edition of The Ramingo's Porch along with Catfish McDaris. We rocked during that period.

Many of your poems in the collection are romantically addressed to an unnamed female. At the end of the book in a section called 'Just a last note before you go' you perhaps identify her as your long-term partner Elena Bello. If this is the case, what does she think about the intimate, sexually explicit nature of some of your poems? 

You can delete perhaps. Ha. Yes, Elena is the woman who moved me to write those words. But I always use a pseudonym for her or I don't use any kind of names at all. She is fine with it and, after reading this question, she said: "If love and sex are an happy affair, all it's fine. A lot of people are struggling with toxic relationships, I think our own could be a way to bring a positive message to them. Love and sex should not be something you don't want to face, but a burning desire."

I notice you have published three books of poetry since Spaghetti and Meatballs. How has your poetry developed in style, subject matter and theme since then? 

I'm trying to focus more on storytelling and finding the right image to bring out from the sheet. So I'm writing longer poems with different subject matters in them. The main theme is always love. Even when you are lost, even when everything seems wrong, love is the only answer. I know, it sounds quite hippie... so what? 

Are you still involved as an editor at Ramingo’s Porch? If so, what's been happening there lately?

 Yes, I'm still an editor and I share this wonderful experience with Catfish McDaris (I'm also an editor of his e-mag "PpigpenN" along with John D. Robinson). We decided to abandon the printed magazine due to shipping costs. The soul of the project is the same: to bring you the best works people send us.

What’s next for you Mendes? 

I published 4 books in one year. Maybe I should slow down, have fun and work on more poems. I'm submitting poems here and there, though. Let's see what happens!

Thanks for your time?

Thank you for the wonderful questions!

Tuesday, February 18, 2020

New Release: John D. Robinson Sharks And Butterflies (Cajun Mutt Press) 100 pages


Here are two poems from Robinson's latest book of poetry. He's on a roll! Cover by Janne Karlsson:


THE FLOW
Fuck the flow, I’m not content to
go with it,
fuck the fashion and the in-tune
attitudes,
I’ve never been attracted to
the swing and hip,
at least not for too long,
swim against the tide,
swing in the shadows.

  
SHARKS & BUTTERFLIES
We were talking about butterfly’s and
how some species migrate thousands
over miles annually, moving up to
speeds of 30mph and riding the
swirling thermals and forceful
winds:
‘The power and intelligence of
these delicate creatures can be
comparable to that of the great
white shark’ I said
he smiled widely and nodded his
head slowly: we were stoned on
potent hash and Valium,
our eyes mere slits,
our throats dry
our mind’s and bodies
saturated with a heavy
peacefulness that made
discussing the beauty and
wonder of butterfly’s and
sharks in the same breath as
something quite natural
as then, the silent t.v. screened 
pictures of the
horrific aftermath of a 
suicide bomber in the beating
heart of a food market
someplace in the world.

Buy the book here: https://www.amazon.com/dp/0578650983

Thursday, February 6, 2020

Book Review: Scott Wozniak & Andrew Nutini- Shooting Gallery Vultures (Alien Buddha Press, 2019) 86 pages


Shooting Gallery Vultures is a collaboration between the Oregon based poet Scott Wozniak and the American graphic artist Andrew Nutini. The collection consists of 74 poems, 31 of which are fully illustrated by Nutini. Most of his work is predominately in black and white and he cleverly represents each of these Wozniak's poems through a collage of striking and highly relevant images. 

In the interview with Wozniak which follows this review, he says of Nutini and their intentions in creating the book: 

“I first came across Andrew while stumbling drunk down a sidewalk in Tucson, Az in 1996. As far as I recall, he had the same swerving gait. We were both a couple of homeless kids at the time who became friends and shared many a bottle underneath bridges and overpasses. We lost track of each other for a long time but, thanks to the chaotic randomness of life, our paths crossed once more. By this time, we had both been honing our individual crafts for a while and kept saying we should work on a project together. It took a couple years but eventually the talk turned into reality. 

“From jump street we were on the same page, there was no briefing necessary. We both wanted to do something that was as brutally honest as possible. A no holds barred, no fucks given, portrait of life lived at the bottom, scrapping by with no desire for change, no hope for resurrection, no care for survival, no way out. We’ve both been there and wanted to show how it can be. Most books, one of mine (Crumbling Utopian Pipedream) included, will show this type of life but there’s always that undercurrent of hope, change, or overcoming obstacles. We didn’t want that, because, more often than not, hope doesn’t exist when living that life. We wanted to make a portrait of hopelessness.”

Andrew Nutini says of his involvement in the project and the processes he used in illustrating Wozniak's poems, "First off after reading Scott's book Crumbling Utopian Pipedream, I thought immediately how his writing would fit well with the collage style that I really enjoy creating. Then we talked for some time about doing a collaboration and he sent me some of his work to do some samples with. The coloured version of the poem 'exchange Rate' below was the first one. They started out as colour designs but they evolved over time to the grittier black and white noir look that seemed to fit so much better to capture the dark nature of the writing.



"The way I approached the process of creating these graphics was to read through the poems a couple of times and paying attention to any imagery in the words that jumped out at me. Then I searched for and created folders full of images that I thought worked to express the words in the most stark way. The first collages were pretty crude but over time they started to gain a visual rhythm and the grime started to stain the pages. They just evolved into a visual mythology over time that strung the whole narrative together. I really wanted to express the darkness of the words in stark black and white way since that is the struggle of life, the struggle between the light and darkness and it's where those two meet that creates everything around us. That play between shadow and light."

Some of the poems first appeared in alternative small press publications such as Paper and ink Literary Zine, Midnight Lane Boutique, Mad Swirl, Svensk Apache Press and 48th Street Press. As in his earlier books, Wozniak explores topics he is intimate with- life on skid row, drug addiction, the denizens of the gutter, staring down your demons, suicide and the over-arching noose of death. 

Despite the unrelenting hopelessness of their situation, many of the people who populate this book (including the author) are survivors, who stoically endure despite the cards dealt to them. The cart pusher in 'the Same ol' Uphill Battle' and the young woman in 'Looking for Scars with Blinders On' who has shaken off unspeakable tragedies are two examples who immediately come to mind.

On the front cover of Shooting Gallery Vultures is Andrew Nutini’s coloured graphic of a Phoenix, a mythical bird often associated with rebirth and regeneration. Its head has been replaced with an image of a vulture and the creature is holding drug paraphernalia in its talons. Asked about the work behind and the symbolism of this graphic Wozniak says:

“Andrew and I worked on the cover together by kicking ideas around. It started off as a similar but different variation of what it became. The original version was intended to be used for a poem that we decided to cut from the book. The poem sucked but the image was awesome, so Andrew suggested using it for the cover. Originally, it didn’t have the paraphernalia in it, but the more I looked at it it reminded me of the United States of America crest where the eagle is holding arrows and a shield in its talons. So, I suggested we add the rigs and spoon to make a statement about the opioid epidemic that is currently sweeping across the U.S. He liked the idea and added them in, he even put an eagle head on the phoenix. At that time, I hadn’t written the title poem yet and we were struggling with a title for the book. Once I wrote the poem, we both agreed that Shooting Gallery Vultures should be the title of the book. So, after also agreeing that the metaphor wouldn’t be lost by changing the type of bird, Andrew swapped the eagle head for a vulture head, did some fine tuning of the image and, BAM, cover done, symbolism (hopefully) still intact.”

The opening poem in the collection ‘Dreadful Submerge’ provides the reader a strong heads-up as what to expect from this “no holds barred, no fucks given, portrait of life lived at the bottom” gutter-lit collection.  The poem is more of a deep existential howl which expresses the speaker’s anguish at realising that he is trapped “stuck, submerged in disaster” in a lifestyle “whose magic has vanished”. 


(all poems posted with the permission of the poet and the graphic artist)

Wozniak, is a self-proclaimed "edge-walker" and fueled by booze, crack and smack- his persona is pumped-up and fearless of the consequences. His poems waver between an addict’s frenzied quest for a temporary quick high and the regret and the sense of doom which follows it. There is little comfort or hope in the speaker’s growing self-awareness of his predicament. In the poem 'Relief in the Shape of Doom' he has a foreboding  sense of dread:

         I know
there's no way
     the night
will end well,
 even if I get
  what it is
I'm searching for.
          relief
   in the shape
     of doom

He keeps “tripping on the same cracks”, keeps making the same mistakes, “smashed by my own hands” - even if it imperils his life and destroys the love of those closest to him. 

The dog-eat-dog, manic, depraved life of an addict on skid row is compellingly represented in many of Wozniak's poems; perhaps amongst the best are ‘Normal is What You Make It’, ‘Smoke, Bugout, Repeat’, ‘Taking Blasts at Innocence’, ’Jackpot on the Dumpster Diver Circuit’, ‘As Death Begs’, 'Together We Are Separate’ and ‘Miracle in Action’. The language and images are graphic and derive from a lived-experience. You can’t make this shit up! 

Some of the poems are in the form of harrowing narratives and describe events such the poet and his accomplices pretending to be narcs and ripping off 15 year-old kids, (“Even the Worst Laid Plans”), witnessing a possibly fatal shooting (‘Bleeding Restitution’) and being in a car which vindictively mows down some thieves who had earlier robbed them of their stash (‘Driving in Darkness’). 

In a previous interview, Wozniak told me “everything I write about is something I’ve experienced and encountered, life as lived.’ Asked if this statement still holds true of this book and how he goes about dredging up material from his past, Wozniak told me candidly:

“With fear of incriminating myself (actually, the statute of limitations has probably expired on most of these incidents) I will say, yes, this is still true. Guilty of all charges. 

“I’m always fishing for ideas, moments, or memories to write about, and it seems that the longer I’m sober, the more these incidents come back to me. A lot of times it’ll be some event that I had forgotten and suddenly, the memory comes back to life. Then I’ll try to flesh out the scene in my head for a while, then start working on lines. Once I get as many lines as my memory will allow me, I then either start writing it down and eventually move to the computer or typewriter or go direct to the machines to get it all down. After that, I might edit, I might not, it depends on the poem. Sometimes the process can take months, other times, it’s instantaneous, concept to finished poem in minutes.”

The title poem ‘Shooting Gallery Vultures’ is a powerful one whose impact is magnified a hundred fold by Nutini’s brilliantly dark vision (click on to enlarge- amazing detail!):


In the poem, Nutini graphically represents a scene in which  the speaker arrives with an acquaintance at a temporary camp where addicts are shooting up. One of the guys ODs and a few fellow derros flog through his pockets rather than give him CPR. The speaker leaves to get high behind a dumpster because it’s “bad mojo/ to get loaded/ by a dead body.” 

The insensitivity and bleakness of the poem is solidly reinforced by Nutini’s stark imagery in his two page layout: the anonymous hoodies, the menacing vultures, the druggie preparing to shoot up, and especially, the comatose bloke in the foreground- who is crashed out on a bed of daisies. All these images and Wozniak's wry words have a accumulative, shocking effect on the reader.

Another important poem in the collection is ‘Losing Pieces’, a two page poem (click on to enlarge):


The speaker of the poem, presumably Wozniak, recalls while in rehab "for the third time in two years" how a man tries to reassure him that he can one day “pick up the pieces” that “there’s still hope.” The speaker’s response is extremely bleak and at the heart of the message of this book:

     I assure him,
I lost that piece
          a long
            time
            ago.

Shooting Gallery Vultures was rejected by publishers for two years because according to Wozniak "they said the book was too bleak. Which I was like, “Um, yeah, that’s the point.” The book was eventually scooped up by Red Focks of the alternative small press Alien Buddha Press. Wozniak says of Focks’s involvement in the project: “Red was great. I shot him a copy of the project to see if he would be interested in publishing it and he immediately said yes. It only took him about 2 weeks to format the thing and have it print ready, which for everyone else involved was proving to be a difficult task."

Now that Wozniak has moved to Oregon for a few years and has established a more solid holding on his future, I asked him whether there was in the making of any new directions in his work. He says positively, 

“The next project I have lined up is a chapbook with Holy & Intoxicated Press sometime this year, there’s no definite date yet. Funny you ask about new directions, I think I’m going to scrap most of what I’ve put together for that project in favor of some different subject matter. I have this desire to switch gears from the gutter realism to more diverse content. Explore some other subjects, ya know?  Put out more work like what was in my last chapbook (Radiating Like Insanity) with Analog Submission Press. I just feel like it’s time to switch things up some. The poems about drugs, booze and hard times seem to be giving way to some of my more recent life experiences that aren’t centered so much around that kind of living. Who knows though, I say that now, but the crazy times always seem to find the page.”

Shooting Gallery Vultures is an unrelentingly dark but brutally honest collaborative vision of life on the street. It has been created by two survivors who has been there and who have lived to share their experiences with us. They don’t offer hope or transformation- they simply want to reveal to the reader what is really like to live as a drug addict and down and out on the streets without family or government assistance.






INTERVIEW WITH SCOTT WOZNIAK 30 JANUARY 2020


Scott, in your bio you describe yourself as a chaos/poet enthusiast.” Can you explain what you mean by that term?

That’s kind of a multi-layered explanation. On one hand, I’m implying that I revel in the chaos depicted in the stories I tell, and the chaotic days spent living them, or that I’m comfortable in chaos. On another, it’s a nod to the nature of life as it is— unpredictable, crazy, random, chaotic. Then, there’s chaos theory to consider. If you apply chaos theory to systems in the sphere of life that appear to be in random states of disorder certain patterns begin to emerge, these patterns don’t make the chaos any more predictable, but it can become recognizable, relatable, and slightly less surprising. Recognizing storm patterns can prepare you for when the storm hits, I feel the same about the chaotic nature of life. You start to recognize patterns and you can guess where certain actions will lead you to. You do some dumb shit, things start to get out of control, and you can look and say, “oh fuck, here we go again. I know where this is headed.” Then you can choose to hold on to your ass and ride it out or readjust your actions for a different outcome. But, then again, there are times where you can’t do shit, things are gonna play out how their intended to. In those times you just gotta get comfortable or enthusiastic about the chaos and learn to ride all the twists and turns and to take the punches life throws at you. That’s the area I try to live in, comfortable with whatever shit might come my way, a chaos enthusiast, a lover of life no matter how crazy it gets. So, it’s all of that, plus, I just think it sounds cool.

Who designed the cover? It appears to be an illustration of a Phoenix holding drug paraphernalia in its claws. What do you see as the symbolism behind this image?

Andrew and I worked on the cover together by kicking ideas around. It started off as a similar but different variation of what it became. The original version was intended to be used for a poem that we decided to cut from the book. The poem sucked but the image was awesome, so Andrew suggested using it for the cover. Originally, it didn’t have the paraphernalia in it, but the more I looked at it it reminded me of the United States of America crest where the eagle is holding arrows and a shield in its talons. So, I suggested we add the rigs and spoon to make a statement about the opioid epidemic that is currently sweeping across the U.S. He liked the idea and added them in, he even put an eagle head on the phoenix. At that time, I hadn’t written the title poem yet and we were struggling with a title for the book. Once I wrote the poem, we both agreed that Shooting Gallery Vultures should be the title of the book. So, after also agreeing that the metaphor wouldn’t be lost by changing the type of bird, Andrew swapped the eagle head for a vulture head, did some fine tuning of the image and, BAM, cover done, symbolism (hopefully) still intact.

Your poetry has been amazingly illustrated by Andrew Nutini in the book! When did you first come across Nutini and what was your brief to him for this project?

I first came across Andrew while stumbling drunk down a sidewalk in Tucson, Az in 1996. As far as I recall, he had the same swerving gait. We were both a couple of homeless kids at the time who became friends and shared many a bottle underneath bridges and overpasses. We lost track of each other for a long time but, thanks to the chaotic randomness of life, our paths crossed once more. By this time, we had both been honing our individual crafts for a while and kept saying we should work on a project together. It took a couple years but eventually the talk turned into reality. 

From jump street we were on the same page, there was no briefing necessary. We both wanted to do something that was as brutally honest as possible. A no holds barred, no fucks given, portrait of life lived at the bottom, scrapping by with no desire for change, no hope for resurrection, no care for survival, no way out. We’ve both been there and wanted to show how it can be. Most books, one of mine (Crumbling Utopian Pipedream) included, will show this type of life but there’s always that undercurrent of hope, change, or overcoming obstacles. We didn’t want that, because, more often than not, hope doesn’t exist when living that life. We wanted to make a portrait of hopelessness. 

 What is your assessment of his achievements?

From the very first illustration Andrew sent I was amazed. It’s uncanny how accurately he visually translates what I put down in words, scary almost, like he’s looking inside my head. When we first started talking about doing this, I knew it would be a cool project because he’s such an amazing artist and, like I said, we have similar life experiences to draw from. I always figured our styles would blend well, but he absolutely knocked it out of the park!! This project far surpassed my hopes for it. Without Andrew it would be just another book of poetry, instead we have made something more, something that I see as completely original. To me, it’s some next level shit, and Andrew’s work is the catalyst for that.

What was editor Red Folk’s involvement and direction in the project?

Red was great. I shot him a copy of the project to see if he would be interested in publishing it and he immediately said yes. It only took him about 2 weeks to format the thing and have it print ready, which for everyone else involved was proving to be a difficult task. 

Other than formatting, Red just made a couple suggestions on poem placement (which he was right about) and let the book fly. It was refreshing because a bunch of other publishers we’d approached during the couple years it took to complete the project passed because they said the book was too bleak. Which I was like, “Um, yeah, that’s the point.” But Red got what we were doing right away and helped us put out the book we wanted to put out.

You mentioned in an earlier interview you said that, "Everything I write about is something I've experienced and encountered, life as lived." Is this still true of your narrative poems in the book, including 'Even the Worst Laid Plans', 'Sunday Morning Mass, 'Driving in Darkness', 'Bleeding Restitution' and others? If so, how do you go about dredging up stuff from the past and getting it down on paper or screen?

With fear of incriminating myself (actually, the statute of limitations has probably expired on most of these incidents) I will say, yes, this is still true. Guilty of all charges. 

I’m always fishing for ideas, moments, or memories to write about, and It seems that the longer I’m sober, the more these incidents come back to me. A lot of times it’ll be some event that I had forgotten and suddenly, the memory comes back to life. Then I’ll try to flesh out the scene in my head for a while, then start working on lines. Once I get as many lines as my memory will allow me, I then either start writing it down and eventually move to the computer or typewriter or go direct to the machines to get it all down. After that, I might edit, I might not, it depends on the poem. Sometimes the process can take months, other times, it’s instantaneous, concept to finished poem in minutes.

You still fighting the demons?  

The demons and I cuddle more than fight these days.

What’s next for you? Any new directions in your work?

The next project I have lined up is a chapbook with Holy & Intoxicated Press sometime this year, there’s no definite date yet. Funny you ask about new directions, I think I’m going to scrap most of what I’ve put together for that project in favor of some different subject matter. I have this desire to switch gears from the gutter realism to more diverse content. Explore some other subjects, ya know?  Put out more work like what was in my last chapbook (Radiating Like Insanity) with Analog Submission Press. I just feel like it’s time to switch things up some. The poems about drugs, booze and hard times seem to be giving way to some of my more recent life experiences that aren’t centered so much around that kind of living. Who knows though, I say that now, but the crazy times always seem to find the page.

Thanks again Scott for your candid responses.



Bio: Scott Wozniak is a poet/chaos enthusiast living in Oregon. His work is widely published both online and in print. His books include Crumbling Utopian Pipedream (Moran Press), Killing Our Saints (Svensk Apache Press), Ash on Your Face like War Paint, Radiating like Insanity  (both Analog Submission Press), and his latest, Shooting Gallery Vultures (Alien Buddha Press).



Further resources:

Soft Cartel- 2 Visual Art & Poetry Hybrid pieces: https://softcartel.com/2019/02/20/2-visual-art-poetry-hybrid-pieces-by-scott-wozniak-andrew-nutini/

Here’s a link to Andrew Nutini’s instagram where you will find more of his work:  https://www.instagram.com/found_image_design/

Bold Monkey Review/ Interview of Scott Wozniak’s Crumbling Utopian Pipedreamhttps://georgedanderson.blogspot.com/2017/06/book-review-scott-wozniak-crumbling.html

Bold Monkey Review/ Interview of Scott Wozniak/ Janne Karlsson’s Killing Our Saintshttps://georgedanderson.blogspot.com/2018/01/book-review-scott-wozniak-janne.html

ABC TV ‘Opioid America’ (19 March 2019): https://www.abc.net.au/foreign/opioid-america/10916816