There are people that exist in your subconscious, just on the periphery of your everyday experience and Nolan Allan is one of those people for me. I’ve been following his Twitter for awhile and I’ve seen his poems pop up on all sorts of places, but no collections or anything yet (I don’t think).
I sent him some questions via Google doc and he had loads of great stuff to say, and he has more on Twitter and Instagram. Get to it.
Do you consider yourself a “writer”? Is that what you identify as?
Not really, tbh. Being a ‘Writer’, capitalized w and all, seems weird, like once you name it and declare yourself that, where do you go from there? No shade toward those who describe themselves as such, because obviously many people do identify with that title and that’s wonderful, labels and declarations are v important, grand narratives and whatnot. I do refer to myself as a writer in all my author bios, so maybe the prior sentiments are me just being real self conscious about the trappings of being a writer in this time period.
For me, writing functions as a therapeutic interpretation of the world, delivered through me. Damn that sounded pretentious. I envision myself as an oyster that filters the silty detritus of my life in a constant attempt/failure to create a beautiful nacreous sphere from the trash world of late capitalism we currently live in. Damn that was even more pretentious. Damn, damn.
Are you writing any “longform” stuff or doing much writing right now?
I mean, always, but right now I’m trying to poop out a chapbook whilst traveling to an island off the coast of Maine. I’m actually writing these answers while in the plane next to my girlfriend and her dad lol, so writing something longer while I’m there is a pretty immediate goal for me. I’m kind of in a creative lull at the moment so I’m hoping being surrounded by some pristine nature will spur something in me.