Eileen Myles Interviewed by Linn Ullman

[@thelouisianachannel]

*Enjoyed this? We have five videos in total with Eileen Myles on our channel - find them here* kzbin.infosearch?query=eileen%20myles

[@Jthashobbies]

I applied to work with them this weekend and they are amazing. Prayers up.

[@robertmcglinchey3347]

I enjoyed this. Myles is a very dynamic and responsive interviewee. They could have been a solo act although I think Linn did a fine job. It seems both lived in NYC at the same time. [[KING KONG - Linn’s mother has a similar tremor covered-up by many directors].

[@thelouisianachannel]

Thanks so much, Robert. If you're interested in Eileen Myles you might like to know, that we actually have five videos with her on our channel! You can find them here: kzbin.infosearch?query=eileen%20myles

[@ratgirl13]

October 2022: I enjoyed the interview, I like Eileen’s humor. I think of her as The Mourning Bird, if I knew her personally that’s what I would name her.

[@m.b.garcia4640]

“So what’s your deal with this thing?” Feels like it could have used some work before being asked, right? Especially on something as layered and reflected on as gender with Myles’ work. Am I crazy?

[@BUKCOLLECTOR]

Brief bio I’m Al Fogel Born in 1945 and at an early age began writing poems. In 1962 I was introduced to a neighbor who just returned from Avatar Meher Baba’s “ East west” gathering and handed me a book titled “The Everything and the Nothing” that included brief but powerful passages by Meher Baba that touched me deeply and i became a “ Baba Lover” I continued writing poems and in 2010 while on Jane Reichhold’s AHA website workshopping poems I befriended a Chinese man who helped me perfect my Senryu and Haibun. Subsequently I am now considered one of the nations leading authorities on Tanka , Senryu, and Haibun. Here are some examples of each of my specialties senryu ~ dentist chair the hygienist removes my Bluetooth ~ Internet argument all his words in CAPS hers in EMOTICONS ~ after the divorce he spends more time at the dollar store ~ damsel in distress clarke kent still searching for a phone booth ~ cauliflower ears once a contender now boxing vegetables ~ under the influence - moonshine ~ Audubon sale all variety of seeds. . . early birds welcome ~ Buddhist fortune cookie the unfolded paper reads “ better luck next birth!” ~ sudden downpour. . . the adults run for shelter ** as you can see, senryu is usually humorous, but it can also be serious. For example, the following two of mine are horrific and heartbreaking ( dealing with the Holocaust): ~ cattle cars between the slats human eyes ~ stutthof - the stench of burnt hair from the chimneys ~ Tanka ( I already posted the Jackson Pollock one about painting his face but here’s another Tanka ~ Here is another Tanka: thrift store purchase inside the leather jacket a tarnished half-heart ~ Haibuns The Mathematics of Retribution “Karma is i fathomable,” I inform her It’s late and our conversation turns heavy “ Seems simple to me, “my girlfriend responds. “If I murder you, then it’s reasonable that I will be murdered in this or another life to balance the ledger.” “ Not necessarily so” I’m quick to rejoin. “What if you murdered me in this life because I murdered you in a prior life karmic debts and dues are now equalized.” “But what if I get caught and I go to jail for life. Where’s the equal payback in that?” “As I said, karma is unfathomable.” We continue discussing reincarnation and then add the possibilities of “group karma” to the mix Finally, at about midnight, we fall asleep Stutthof - the stench of burnt hair from the chimneys ~~ Mama There were days when I pretended to be too sick to go to school - - just for mamas loving embrace -her arms the heat of home Even with the onset of dementia, her cheerfulness was so contagious it was a joy being around her despite the illness. She made everyone laugh with her spontaneous unpredictable behavior. nursing home bumper wheelchair her favorite pastime Once a week I would whisk her away from the assisted-living facility and we would spend several hours together -grabbing a meal or frequenting some of her favorite second-hand stores where she loved to shop and donate clothes. When we drove to her favorite thrift in November, her dementia worsened. thrift store the dress mama donated she wants to buy On a cold December morn mama passed. The funeral was simple. There was a light drizzle as the family gathered at the gravesite. One by one, with eyes full of rain, we said our last goodbyes. autumn twilight - oh mama tuck me under hug me one more time ~ ‘Round Midnight It was a huge ballroom on the top floor of a building on Broadway --an important midtown crossroads in the heart of the Great White Way. My uncle still talks with reverence about how -in his heyday -he would travel by rail to the corner of Lenox and walk inside to the beat of jungle music. Who knew what to expect? One night you might be listening with rapt attention to Theloneous Monk and Dizzy Gillespie the godfathers of bebop in their signature beret caps, or the Nicholas Brothers flashing their wild acrobatic spins and splits, or enchanted by the sweet taste of Brown Sugar -with Bojangles out front. And when the Bird was in flight, even the moon was not high enough. But in 1940 the ballroom closed its doors to make way for a commercial housing development and another kind of night. new Harlem the a-train replaced by the bullet ~ Atlantic City New Jersey I had just graduated from high school I remember stopping for saltwater taffy -as evening journeyed slowly into night. Nearing curfew, we sat on a protruded sandy enclave--holding hands, looking out at the ocean, not saying much. In the distance the lights from an ocean liner flickered as the night kept coming on in... first “french kiss” under the boardwalk “over the moon!” ~~ All love, Al

[@ricromrec]

MORE MORE MORE!

[@ekoyesart6107]

Good ❤️❤️

[@oscardiaz3311]

this interviewer.....yikes but Eileen is always so insightful.

[@RayasNegroOvejas]

She's an author - they could've switched places - I don't know if she has done interviews before (except, well, with her father, Ingmar Bergman, for one of her books)

[@barbaralawrence1545]

I read Eileen aloud. Cause. Is a l I v e. Crushes

[@cathleencasey8431]

Ullman is quite possibly The Worst interviewer ever. She starts out as though she's reading Myles Wikipedia page, constantly interrupts, cuts Myles off mid-topic, jumps around, keeps her off balance and talks way too much. She's dictatorial: Read this, then read to here and just read this part of this poem. I want to hear from Myles, not this awful interviewer who didn't bother to do her homework. Myles completely lost control of their conversation. But, hey, a free trip to Denmark...