Last night, I read my poems for the thin air cable show that George Spencer and Mitch Corber are reviving. I've been interviewed for radio before, but not TV. The interview took place in George's apartment in the Village. While waiting for our turn, Eric, Miriam and I sat in the kitchen chatting about David Lynch and John Waters, and downing red wine. When it was my turn, I went to the living room where the lights and camera had been set up.
First time meeting Mitch. He read me a fine poem about a woman, using the Shakespearean metaphor of accounting, with an echo of Eliot. His voice was very controlled, very impressive. He was the director, producer and cameraman while George interviewed me about Frank O'Hara and slant rhymes in Payday Loans; my relationship to the English language; my attraction to Philip Larkin; ars poetica; the water imagery in my poetry.
The show will be broadcast on a local TV channel. I hope to get a tape of it afterwards.