Age and occupation. How long have you lived here, where did you come from, and where do you live now?
I am 36; occupations: proofreader, online journal editor ( Unpleasant Event Schedule), poet. Ive lived here 10 years. I come from Philadelphia and before that Camden, NJ, for college and before that Maple Shade, NJ, a blue-collar Luxembourg between the plush suburbs of Moorestown and Cherry Hill. Now live in Park Slope, Brooklyn, with my wonderful wife, film and TV editor Maisie Weissman.
Three from Chris Gage
1. You're a writer, and in creative writing workshops there's the phrase "kill your babies" (which, to those out there not familiar, means sometimes you have to sacrifice a great, favorite line or idea in a piece of writing for the sake of the entire piece). Care to show us some of your dead babies?
I dont waste a line. In that sense, I suppose Im anti-choice. Its something some well-meaning but kind of clueless creative writing teachers use as shorthand for your writing sucks, except for that one line that stands out, so you should cut that one out to make the other ones read better.
I do, however, have titles Ive always wanted to use. Heres a couple:
Why You Need a Lawyer When Your Pants Are on Fire
Those Are My Testicles Youre Talking About
Chic, and you will Grind
"This Poem" is for Heidi Peppermint
Hello Cookie (Boner Beats Mix)
2. You wrote a book, God Save My Queen: A Tribute (as well as God Save My Queen II: The Show Must Go On, coming out this Fallsorry for the plug) to the band Queen. I agree, they're a phenomenal band, but how on earth do you defend that song that goes "Bicycle, bicycle. I love to ride my bicycle, I love to ride my bike"?
Because Freddie Mercury wrote those lines -- specifically those lines you cite -- while sipping some of the finest champagne money can buy, sitting in a bubble bath in the south of France, and admiring the athletic posteriors of Tour de France bicyclists who were passing by his window.
3. On your site, you say that you love it when your wife wants to buy things. Has she bought anything recently that rocked your world?
A cool, well-designed ceiling fan from Modern Fan Company.
Please share a personal (and hopefully interesting) NYC taxi story.
It was 1993, and my friend Eric and I were in a cab going downtown, and he asked if we could smoke in the cab, holding up a joint so he could see it in the rear-view window. He looked and said, Smoke anything you want, smoke smoke! I knew then that I had to live here.
Time travel question: What era, day or event in New York's history would you like to re-live?
I want it to be 1962, Cedar Tavern, and San Remo, in the West Village, where the great Personism poet Frank OHara was hanging around with painters and other New York School poets, as well as a six- or seven-year-old David Lee Roth, whose aunt Judy would escort him to these places from the nearby Café Wha?, which she and her husband ran. I have always imagined this meeting of OHara and Van Halens future frontman. A meeting that was never chronicled. Until now.
9pm, Wednesday - what are you doing?
Watching recorded Daily Shows or Law and Orders, doing email, or recuperating from another Tuesday night Karaoke + Poetry = Fun event.
Just after midnight on a Saturday - what are you doing?
Reading poetry journals online, half-watching Saturday Night Live, or ideally making sweet love.
What's the most expensive thing in your wardrobe?
A Built by Wendy shirt, 95 bucks.
Where do you summer?
Was that used as a verb? With an air conditioning vent on full blast aimed at my tender parts. There, or the South Shore of Long Island.
Who do you consider to be the greatest New Yorker of all-time? (Name up to three if you must.)
Walt Whitman, Allen Ginsberg, Shafer Hall.
What was your best dining experience in NYC?
Wong Kee on 110 Mott Street, now under different and not-as-good management -- Singapore Chow Mei Fun and a regular Coke straight from the can.
Just how much do you really love New York?
Um, didnt I say I moved here from Philadelphia by way of New Jersey? Ill never leave. I believe in God.