C.N.P Poetry 

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Nora Roberts Interview...; Charles Bukowski Interview...; Salman Rushdie Interview...

By: Patrick Moran


Nora Roberts Interview—Claire E. White 2021



Take us through a typical day in the life of Nora Roberts.


My slow—Terrestrial eye 1448

Intent upon the vision 78

Babbles the Bee in a stolid Ear 216

To own the Art within the Soul 855


The Soul selects her own Society 303

with confidential moan 1440

I can’t tell you—but you feel it 65

As if my Trade were Bone 496


Upon the Floors of Fame 1009

There is no Frigate like a book 1263

A Frail Aristocrat of Time 991

It keeps the nerves progressive 1128


The Truth must dazzle gradually 1129

Those Evenings of the Brain 419

Until it bend as low as Death 833

Or other thing—if other thing there be 738










Charles Bukowski Interview—Phil Taylor 1972



Did you ever meet anyone interesting at the race track?


Those fair—Fictitious People— 499

Burglar! Banker—Father! 49

The Fop—the Carp—The Atheist 1380

Each Life Converges to some Centre 680


Some Wednesday Afternoon 1097

Like Sailors fighting a Leak 1136

I bet with every wind that blew 1215

The Booty and the Sorrow 1464


Three times, Tis said, a sinking man 1718

Plucks at a Twig of Evidence 501

Through the strait path of suffering 792

We lose—because we win— 21













Salman Rushdie Interview—Jack Livings 2005



Do you have to restrain yourself from saying, it means this?



Act 1


The satyr’s fingers beckoned 9

This little Hound within the Heart 186

It was the limit of my Dream 756

Deeper and deeper grew the stain 152

The Woods exchanged a smile 74

Have I the Art to say 701

Her breast is fit for pearls 84

Act 2


Night is morning’s Canvas 7

I meant to tell Her how I longed 718

To take my Chance with pain 574

Bliss is, but Bliss, and Breath but Breath 172

Never mind my breathless Anvil 109

It intimates the finer want 726

The Loneliness One dare not sounds 777

Act 3


Embarrassed—not afraid— 17

I thought that nature was enough 1286

Those thirsty lips to flagons pressed 121

The Noon unwinds her Blue 710

Body! Then real—a Face and Eyes— 1492

Better will be the Ecstasy 207

I taste a liquor never brewed 214

Act 4


Her favor is the best Disdain 753

A brief Campaign of sting and sweet 159

How soft this Prison is 1334

Throw open wide to me— 1360

Take my flowers—pray 32

Her lips of Amber never part 737

This dirty—little—Heart 1311



Act 5


Let Us play Yesterday 728

The Heart—to stimulate the eye 743

When a lover is a Beggar 1314

Her steady Boat be seen— 798

Frigid and sweet Her parting face 1318

Too late for striving fingers 90

You and I the Secret 22





 

Patrick Moran is the author of five collections of poetry and the editor of an anthology of contemporary Scottish poetry. He teaches creative writing at the University of Wisconsin-Whitewater.


Interview with the Poet:


Cathexis Northwest Press:

How long have you been writing poetry?


Patrick Moran:

I have been writing poems for about 35 years.


CNP:

Can you remember the first poem you read that made you fall in love with poetry?


PM:

"These" by William Carlos Williams


CNP:

Who are your favorite poets? Any specific poems?


PM:

Heather McHugh, W.H. Auden, Emily Dickinson


CNP:

Can you share for us a little bit about your writing process? Any specific rituals that get you in.


PM:

Yellow legal pad, fine point pen, and a bee in my bonnet about writing or words or a poem.


CNP:

How do you decide the form for your poems? Do you start writing with a form in mind, or do you let the poem tell you what it will look like as you go?


PM:

Denise Levertov has an essay "Some Notes toward Organic Form"; Get out of the way of the poem and let the form emerge organically.


CNP: Any advice for poets who have yet to find their voice?


PM:

Be patient. Poetry and Prose are a long-distance runner's race.


CNP: What is your editing process like?


PM:

Brutal.


CNP:

When do you know that a poem is finished?


PM:

It's like catching a pencil when it rolls off your desk and your hand reaches out instinctively to catch it.