All tagged Portland poet

Q&A: Wendy Chin-Tanner

If I open my inner ear to a particular frequency and tune in often and carefully enough, I can hear the music of the words. Poems come to me as sound first and foremost. The visual element comes second, possibly even third. As the words come to me, I whisper them aloud. I mutter to myself. I write down those quiet mutterings in a continuous longhand scrawl. I say to myself, don’t judge, don’t judge, don’t judge.

Q&A: Ross Robbins

I would be most inclined to compare my poetry to some really self-consciously horny gay indie rock. I don’t intend it to come across that way, but it seems like I talk about my genitals a lot more than most poets.

Q&A: Julia Clare Tillinghast

I didn’t want to censor myself or be polite, etc. I wanted to resist the WASP-y Midwestern culture I grew up in. This made a louder more long-winded style. I want desperately to communicate with the people who are listening to me read, so I perform, I put feeling into it, I acknowledge the rhythm and meter and music and diction by modulating my voice.