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Next Big Thing: The Face of Devastation

devastator

  • TL;DR: Giant robots and poetry together at last for the first time the way you demanded it.
  • Keywords: Giant robots, Transformers, poetry, John Warwicker
  • Word count: 1,293 words

Just before Christmas I got contacted by David Prater about participating in a little blog meme thing called Next Big Thing, whereby you do a short self-interview about the next big project that you plan on unleashing on the world. I was supposed to get it done by Boxing Day, but that didn’t happen.

Anyway, here’s the interview, in which I reveal more than I ever have before about a sekrit projekt I’ve been noodling away on for the last couple years.

What is the title of your book?

Working title is The Devastator Poems, or possibly The Face of Devastation.

What is the one-sentence synopsis of your book?

A multi-author suite of poems about giant transforming robots, the poems in which also literally transform and merge together to form a giant robot.

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Why do you write poetry? – Grant Balfour

I asked a bunch of poets the above question. I’ll post their answers until I run out or get distracted.

Grant Balfour says:

I write poems because it reminds me of writing songs
and I write songs because I got really tired of what was on the radio
when I was in high school
and I wanted there to be
more things in the world
that were meant for people like me
and not so much the things
that sold real estate, cigarettes and television shows
on the endless ClearChannel loop
loop
loop.

So it was more a matter of not finding enough in the stacks
of used record stores
of the older kids’ private collections
in the playlists of college radio stations driving through town.

This stuff had to be somewhere. Someone had to make it.

I could picture it, almost clearly.

I still can’t quite make things like the pictures in my head,
but every so often I get close enough
to keep trying.

More answers to come. Stay tuned or submit your own to adamford {at} labyrinth {D-#-T} com [d-*-T] au.

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Friday Night Video: Vale Bud Tingwell

Vodpod videos no longer available.more about “The Battle of Clarendon St“, posted with vodpod

Bud Tingwell died today. I met him, once, very briefly, when he recorded the voiceover for the above.

When I pitched the idea to Bud’s agent, I told her that the reason I wanted Bud to do the voiceover was that he represented “the voice of authenticity”. Whatever Bud said always sounded like gospel, so having him lend his voice to my patently untrue story provided exactly the kind of tension I was going for.

I never expected him to say yes. I just figured it was worth a shot. He was so sweet and generous that the only payment he requested was for me to pay for the taxi from his place to the recording studio and back. When I met him at the studio and the subject of payment came up, he actually seemed shy about asking for the money.

We did about three takes, and on the third I gave him a little bit of direction about emphasis, cringing inwardly at the temerity of someone like me telling someone like him how to do a reading. But he did exactly what I asked him to do, like the seasoned professional he was, and he nailed it.

I never actually got around to sending him a copy of the final film – my genius at procrastinaton prevented me from ever getting my shit together enough to complete the complex sequence of tasks involved (ie, burn to disc, put in the post). And now, I guess, I never will.

Anyway, thanks, Bud. To have met you was a privelige, and to have worked with you was a god-damned freakin’ honour.