In anticipation of the 2011 Poets Forum (which kicks off today in NYC), the Academy of American Poets has been conducting a “6 Poets, 6 Questions” interview series over at Bomblog. Yesterday’s conversation featured Ilya Kaminsky.
“I write in lines. So the lines find their way on paper whether I overhear two boys insulting each other at the gas station, or see a gull cleaning her feet, or two old men playing dominoes on a hood of a car, or two young women kissing at the fish market. They become lines on receipts, on my hands, on a water bottle, on other people’s poems. Lines collect for years, but once in a while they discover that other lines are sexy and, well, the poems may come from that sort of a relationship.”
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