What is your beverage of choice?
No more sugar I guess, although sometimes late at night I reach my hand into a jar of spearmint leaves and eat one and although I soon wish I hadn’t eaten it because regret is like Spanish fly for me. I’m also thankful that someone thought to put the jar inside the cabinet where I also keep croutons and roasted sunflower kernels and marijuana.
The stuff I drink is tonic tea vodka coffee honey carrot juice.
I blend as little as possible because the sound of a blender / juicer drops me.
Tell us a little bit about your work in REALITY BEACH.
“All the Latest Talk in Paradise Concerns Butterflies” is more conversation than poem and I wanted a place for my feelings about different-nesses and art to come up together. I’m someone who is naturally shy and often a little stutter-ie around strangers but fairly comfortable in natural wildish environs and intimacy is frightening so I thought if I could talk to butterflies the way others seemed to have no problem talking to each other…And all that, but space too.
What is your typical writing process?
I write poems in my mouth out loud while working outside or hiking and then I write them down after I have the chords worked out.
If you had a talk show, what would the name be?
“Two poets and a Kayak” and we would just paddle around and say “wow” a lot.
Do you have any home remedies for loneliness?
“Go Fuck Yourself” is a recipe that comes from my grandmother. There’s some salted vinegar, and green tomatoes she’d run through a grader press. She would add it to spun ham or tuna and fry it, but I tell you, it can be just as delicious without the oil.
What have you conquered recently?
My fear of smelling like what I do for a living
Where can we buy more of your work (if applicable)?
What motivates you?
I have a pretty good stretch from 9:30 to about 10:30 in the morning, then it’s mostly inertia. I just wish everything on the planet and every place and every person would just be situated and OK.
Any upcoming projects?
I’m thinking about place poems. Not so much places you’d get to by a train but definitely with some witness involved. Also a novel called Red Monday.
If Earth is a mother, and Time is a father, then what is Art?
The 16 millimeter film where you can see Time saying “Don’t be such a jackass” and Earth is gesticulating wildly, trying to get me to move around or dance since after all it is a motion picture and not a photo.
Make sure to check out Barrett’s work in Issue Two!