Check which is the shallow end and note the point where you will be out of your depth.
Who: Sean Kilpatrick
Where: Michigan, USA
Hi. Who are you?
Sort of like when your belt is tagged in the piss stream and you don't clench out of fear of kidney damage, but you're used to clamping down indiscriminately and, regardless, that muscle already has the stamina of your multiplying disorders. The voice of that realization titled me. I'm pretty much regardless.
Where are you from?
I'm just another density in the tract.
What time is it where you are? What's going on?
Time to call your cramps the premiere royalty because they are most ongoing.
Can you tell us a bit about your piece/pieces in Cassette 68?
These poems are of the rejected, by the rejected, for the rejected. They vote themselves against the genitals of every medal.
How do these pieces differ to what you've written before or don't they?
I share no difference from breath number one till the dead ejaculatory thrum choke that will not pardon me.
Can you tell us a bit about what you're working on next?
A gigantic gun store recently opened by where I was raised. Hard to believe this is not a strategically cosmic consequence.
Heard any good music this year?
That people can relate to music instantly makes every musician an on demand flake. Slit all their paid and friendly throats. I spit on tunes.
Do you fancy yourself as some kind of artist or what? You are only an artist at gunpoint. On a budget, you can also point the corkscrew for the champagne right at your fucking vernacular.
Finally, have you read anything good this year?
Sean Kilpatrick wrote Sucker June, a novella and Anatomy Courses (with Blake Butler), both out on Lazy Fascist Press. He does monthly movie reviews for Hobart Literary Journal. Other writing has appeared or is forthcoming in Nerve, New York Tyrant, Boston Review, Fence, Sleepingfish, Fanzine, VICE, Columbia Poetry Review, Evergreen Review and BOMB. Here is hisTumblr.