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Here’s a new interview with Darby Laine at Ampersand Review. I think maybe it’s Satan in Paradise Lost who hates being questioned. He hates the way answering a question makes him complicit in the asking of it.
I kind of feel like Satan when people ask me about where I grew up, which is to say I don’t often give an answer. But I didn’t feel like Satan this time, who knows why:
"I lived eighteen years of my life in a village in the Catskills, population 3,008. Sometimes calling it a gasoline town or a cow town—three gas stations within a quarter mile of each other and at one time there were more cows in the village than people. There’s a powerful milk factory. Often it felt like the town was ruled by a kingpin, a wealthy man who made his money selling astroturf. I found a castle in the woods there once; it burned down a few days later.
This was the west bank of the Delaware River. A racist and homophobic and mostly poor community. But also filled with liberals, anti-frackers, people who held conscientious objector workshops in their furnace rooms. A village drunk named Tater.
I grew up listening to punk, hitting drums in bands. That’s part of how I learned to be in conflict as a praxis.”
Read the complete interview here. And check out the rest of the new issue, which is full of baddies and Satan galore.