D. GARCIA-WAHL
10 QUESTIONS BY MARC BOWEN
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10 Questions for D. Garcia
-Wahl D.: A poet is born poet. The "tortured soul" aspect
of it comes from how the poet responds to the weight of being a poet. But the same goes for the painter or the sculptor.
Every artist (this title is not elastic) comes across different elements to the art which can be allowed to become "tortures".
It can be anything from how one responds to the creativity filtering through them to trying to deal with not being able to
create a replica of what is envisioned in the mind. Sometimes the "torture" is social, sometimes it is created within
the artist by the artist. Is it necessary? (I shrug my shoulders) Does it make one a better poet? (I shrug
my shoulders a second time) I don't know what makes a poet a poet anymore than I know what
makes a painter a painter. I don't understand what "muse" is. And I don't want to understand any of this.
Whatever that element is should not be questioned. Just be grateful that the poet is the poet and the painter is the
painter. Question it and you are in danger of losing it all. 2.What is your favorite city in the world? D.: This is a most difficult question for me. The
answer lies, however, in western Europe. Florence or Madrid. Oxford or a dozen hamlets in Germany, I don't know.
I was born displaced. America never was the place for me. I can say, however, that the area around Neuschwannstein
in Germany is the most beautiful place on Earth. If there is a tangible Heaven - it is there. D.: Why did you fill me with most of what I could least understand? D.: As I age, I become less willing to play the game of American politics. It is
not that I have no interest. It is a matter of refusing to play the ridiculous game that it demands. Both the
democrats of old and the republicans of old are dead. What exists now is a band of children that serve little purpose.
And America allows for nothing else. What has happened to the statesmen of this country? It is all frustrating
and depressing. I would rather follow it silently. Who would I chose for President? Anyone that could burn
the system to the ground and rebuild with America's original principles intact. D.: I write because it comes to me as naturally as breath. I cannot help but do
what I do. It is part of my autonomic system. Inspiration/muse - It comes but without my understanding.
I have no interest in understanding it. When I learned new songs on guitar and piano, I had a feeling of having lost
a sense of magic to the song after hearing it on album. I had learned the technical part of it all. I had learned
how the clock worked by taking it apart. I don't want to take my writing inspiration apart for fear of not being able
to put it back together once I took it apart and understood it. Mostly, I don't want to lose the wonder of it all.
It comes and regardless what brings it, I am satisfied. D.: "Crime and Punishment" by Dostoyevski. The perfect novel! End of discussion. D.: Usually my den to read, write, or watch a film. It is the only place in the
world where I feel comfortable. D.: I have a very treacherous sense of humor. It comes to a head whenever I get
bored. It can get quite cynical and cruel at times. My lovers have scattered when they notice I get bored and
am looking for something to amuse myself. D.: "Fuck". I know it is a cliche to answer with "fuck". It is along the
same lines of answering "Citizen Kane" as your favorite movie. But there is a reason for such cliche. It is the
perfect swear word. It still affects people the same way it always did. We have never really become desensitized
by it. So "fuck" would be my favorite even though I have been using "cocksucker" quite a bit lately. D.: The human race is fucked as much as it is beatific. It all comes as part of
a necessary balance. The novel I have coming out early in 2004, UNTIL WE OUTDISTANCE GOD, deals with the
thought that tragedy is every bit as beautiful as the joy in life. Both elements make life wondrous. Whether you
are giving me tragedy or giving me joy, you are giving me a true gift. It's all life. It's all life. |
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