In our morning reading: interviews with Emily Wells and Sam Pink, Eddie Ahn’s book recommendations, and more.
Afternoon Bites: Sloane Crosley’s Recommendations, Sam Pink Interviewed, Caryn Rose on Patti Smith, and More
In our afternoon reading: recommendations from Sloane Crosley, an interview with Sam Pink, and more.
They Put A Gun In My Face About Poetry: The Liver Mush Interview with Graham Irvin
After I finished Graham Irvin’s new book, Liver Mush, I biked to the grocery store to buy some liver mush. In the frozen meat section, there was one solitary block of liver mush left—almost like it was waiting for me. I ate the liver mush on a pillsbury biscuit with American cheese, like Graham suggests in Liver Mush. The liver mush was phenomenal, an unexpected and great discovery. Liver Mush is also phenomenal, also an unexpected and great discovery. Two brand new delights in the course of an afternoon. It made for a good day. And you can discover them, too. They’re waiting for you, too. I had the pleasure of talking with Graham about liver mush and Liver Mush.
Morning Bites: Jai Chakrabarti’s Fiction, Alison Cotton Interviewed, Sam Pink’s New Novel, and More
In our morning reading: reviews of books by Jai Chakrabarti and Sam Pink, an interview with Alison Cotton, and more.
Afternoon Bites: Sue Rainsford, Ben Tanzer’s Playlist, Bryan Washington, Peter Geye Interviewed, and More
In our afternoon reading: new writing by Sue Rainsford, an interview with Bryan Washington, and more.
Afternoon Bites: Alisson Wood, Chang-rae Lee on Screen, Songhoy Blues, Sam Pink’s Latest, and More
In our afternoon reading: an interview with Alisson Wood, thoughts on Sam Pink’s work, and more.
Morning Bites: Sam Pink’s Latest, William Boyle, The Fall Revisited, The Wrens, and More
In our morning reading: thoughts on Sam Pink’s new book, an interview with William Boyle, and more.
Writing Soundtracks, Doom Metal, and Florida: An Interview With Sam Pink
Sam Pink writes good books and makes rad paintings, sure, of course, of course. Big deal, right? Novels? Come on. Paintings? Yeah, ok. Poetry? Easy shit. Getting your poems set to some sick tunes? Nothing to it. I mean, who doesn’t just continually crush it at all of the above?