Continuing my interview with T. Leah Fehr....Is there a message in your poetry that you want readers to grasp?
Absolutely not. I would like anyone reading my poetry to take from it what they will, no matter what that may be. You see, poetry is not only personal to the poet, but also to the reader. The object is not to force my thoughts, ideas and feelings on someone else, but rather to invite them to see the world that I see in a new light; and to see it from their own eyes. If I can evoke fresh perception to an otherwise unoriginal idea (for there are no original ideas left to man), then I can enjoy an element of success in what I’ve written. To quote Bukowski, “The writer has no responsibility, except to jack off in bed alone and type a good page”.
What are your current projects?
I am in the process of compiling and proofing my second collection, titled Apatheology. I anticipate that it will be in print by summer, 2011. I’m also working on a short novel called ‘Invisibility’ – a project which has taken me very far out of my comfort zone, in terms on genre, and one which threatens to drive me stark raving mad before I ever complete it. A preview of it will be offered in Apatheology.
If you had to choose, which writer would you consider a mentor?
That is a very difficult question for me, and one that I know I’ll come up with a better answer for tomorrow, no matter what I say today. I’ve been inspired by many artists over the years, both old and new – from Shakespeare to Cohen, Dante to de Sade. Outside of poetry, I adore Franz Kafka, Milan Kundera, Hunter S. Thompson, and I have recently developed a deep respect for the troubled brilliance of Brian Warner (aka Marilyn Manson). A contemporary poet named Dean Young opened my eyes and mind to a style that I’ve come to call ‘purge’ poetry, and Charles Bukowski taught me the beauty of profanity and speaking in the literal, as opposed to my tendency toward the metaphorical.
Can you share a little of your current work with us?
I’d love to! For one of my recent journeys into metaphor here is a short poem titled Whisper...
T. Leah Fehr, 2010
her name, but a whisper, to sugar my lip
upon fair lash and lobe, rosy flesh I kiss
and she purrs and writhes, as she quivers and sighs
until she is still, and her rapture I sip
as she quivers and sighs and scratches and cries
when our love turns to lies, deceit and regret
still she purrs and writhes, rosy flesh I kiss
her name, but a whisper, I’ll never forget
This concluded our interview. I had a wonderful time taking pictures and listening. I may be a little biased, but I hope you enjoyed this interview as much as I did. If you would like to find out more about T. Leah Fehr's poetry and other writings check out here website HERE. Also if you would like to purchase the der Nackte Künstler, please visit: http://www.quillandpalette.com/dernackteknstler.htm
On parting I would like to present another of T. Leah Fehr's poems called "Flies in the Wine"
Flies in the Wine
the inherent hypocrisy
of this time and the
futile irony of it exhaust
me as I gaze out past
the bird shit on the
window at a world
giving birth to a
as the gentle breeze
carries with it a
sparrow’s song of
anguish and death while
the child buries her
mother and the father
murders his daughter
and the hushed poet and
seven flies seek solace
and silence in a cracked
wine glass as she carves
through words and flesh
just to hear the cries of
a bleeding book and I
know now that it
follows me and taunts
me and I know it must
be spring because
everyone is dying as the
white lilacs bloom