Everyone has a story to tell; each one of us writes poetry – some, without even realising. That stream of consciousness that runs in our veins? It’s poetry waiting to be written. We believe in the power of words, and that power is what urged us set up PoetsIN.
It’s because of those inner streams, that we are bringing you all a regular interview feature, Writer Profiles. An interview with a writer. This week it’s Miles Nowhere, or Tony, or… actually, you don’t want to know what we call each other usually. Just sit back, grab yourself a cuppa, and feast your eyes on this week’s writer profile.
What is your relationship with words and how has that evolved?
Words and I get along fairly well on the superficial level of ink and paper. Certainly monumentally better than when I try to translate my thoughts into speech. Writing enables me to install ‘space’ into the act of communication and self expression. Early on, my scribblings felt extremely contrived, as if I was attempting to prove something to both myself and the outer world through a new median. That was like a period of testing the water. These days however I feel a bunch more detached which has allowed much needed stillness and objectivity to enter the game. Having said that, this shit turns on a dime and I am more than capable of downing the writing tools in a heartbeat if something bright and shiny floats by.
How long have you been writing, what is your favourite style of writing and why?
I won a few poetry competitions when I was a kid but life and inertia kicked in, so I put it to one side right up until a couple of years ago. I genre hop insofar as what I like to read, my main criteria is that it must have a heart beat and I must fall in love with it. Other than that, it could be an air conditioning installation manual just as long as it resonates at a deep level.
Many of us within this group have experienced times where writing has helped us overcome times of pain, describe the first time you realised the true of power of words.
I saw the word ‘eternity’ scrawled in neat white, chalk cursive on a subway wall in a Sydney train station. The person responsible made it his mission to cover as much of the city as possible with that one word within his own lifetime. I can’t even put into words how deeply that affected me.
Many writers love to read. What is your favourite book and why?
Hard to say, these days I mainly read shopping lists, though when I was twelve I picked up a copy of Albert Camus’ The Myth of Sisyphus. I initially grabbed it because it was only about 140 pages and it had a neat cover and it looked pretentious and I suffer from a short attention span and stuff.
It was an absurdist essay on the futility of man’s struggle for meaning and purpose given the limitations of a world devoid of God and universal justice. Camus postulated that suicide was a suitable reaction to this human dilemma but countered that revolt was a more appropriate response. Anyway, I was pretty fucked up as a kid and had a strong motivation to search things out. So as a snapshot in time and bereft of any other suitable response at this moment – I’ll go with this.
Sum up yourself in a haiku, micropoem or limerick.
I once had a very small penis,
Most people would laugh at it’s weeness,
So I strapped on a rock,
To help lengthen my cock,
And now they’re amused by it’s leanness
We all have moments where we truly connect with words we read. What quote inspires you the most. Why?
‘If you meet Buddha on the road – kill him.’ (Linji)
This is a much debated koan. The road is symbolic of the life journey, the Buddha represents our concepts that inhibit our travels. So in a sense ‘kill your very idea of yourself’ to become free.
Running a close second is : ‘Fuck art, lets dance.’
Describe your writing process.
Find a story that resonates and write it straight from the heart. Then edit the crap out of it from the head.
Writer’s block, real or a myth?
Sammie, you promised me coffee and an apple and cinnamon muffin, whats all this shit about?
What is your favourite word?
Seriously brah…….do you really need to ask?
Finish this sentence… Words are the epitome of…
Trying to etch thoughts into cement.
Huge thanks goes to Miles for his interview. He was reluctant, but we are persuasive. (That’s debatable.)