Q: How many books did you write in the 12 months between March 2005 and February 2006?
A: Assuming I finish READFEST 2006 by the end of February, I wrote 18 books.
Q: What events did you go to?
A: I was busy. I went to:
Q: So you made good use of your time.
Where is your latest
book for sale, locally.
A: You can't buy my book in Panama City.
The bookstores won't carry
it and Cooper's News, on Harrison Avenue, went Tango Uniform (tits-sup). "We
support our troops."
Q: What publicity have you gotten from the local media?
A: The Panama City News-Herald declined to review the book, or do a profile
of me.
Likewise two local television stations.
Likewise the arts
reporter for the public radio station at the junior college.
Q: No shit?
A: Honto des'.
Q: How do you sell it? How do you publicize it?
Q: It's available at Amazon.com, from the distributor, Out Your Backdoor,
and from the publisher, LitVision Press. I sell it out of my musette bag, and at
street fairs.
It's touted at the ULA web page. In addition to at the web
pages of my distributor and publisher. And my web page.
The worldwide web
is the short answer.
How do you sell a book that can't be bought in a bookstore
and book reviewers do not review? Over the Internet.
Q: If that's not a banned book, I don't know what a banned book is.
A: It's not banned, it's published.
It's not unavailable, you just
have to look for it.
You have to know about it, and go find it.
People
who want to read the kind of books I write are willing to do that. They look.
They tell each other about me.
Q: So you're happy with the state of affairs?
A: Look what I got done.
Not having a book contract didn't slow
me down.
Not being on Oprah didn't slow me down.
I am getting the
books written, published, and out to readers.
I hear back from readers, think
about what they have to say, and respond to their comments, in my books.
More or less immediately.
That's unprecedented.
That's something
new under the sun.
You could have read every one of those 18 books online,
as it was being written. And written to me about it. And felt like I listened to
what you had to say about it.
That's like Holden Caulfield wanting to be
able to call up a favorite author on the telephone.
That's like Sheri Martinelli
wanting to fuck all modernist poets.
Q: You're a post-modernist poet. If not a poet-fucking poet.
A: I prefer "aging" poet. I might get it up again. You never
know.
It's a relief not to have to fuck a different groupie every night.
Do you know what a bother that gets to be?
Some of them have grooming and
hygiene issues.
"Over the hill" poet. I'm not dead, I've just slowed
down a bit.
And my writing hasn't slowed down at all.
My barnstorming
for poetry.
If I see a soap box, I get up on it.
I sound my barbaric
yawp.
I'm just a rooster, crowing from his dung hill.
You might as
well try to sneak the sun past a rooster as to shut me up.