GD: Glenn Donaldson
DQ: Donovan Quinn
SM: If you were to bury something under a thick layer of ice, what would you likely be trying to freeze?
DQ: Certain memories.
SM: What do you suppose people are thinking when they encounter something you’ve created for the first time?
GD: Why is the sun now shining in my mind?
DQ: They think: If I could only dance in a ballroom of glitter and shimmering tambourines.
SM: How would you recommend we combat long and empty hours?
GD: Prayer & fasting…
DQ: Write letters to your mother, learn new dance steps, daydream about stallions and Bangladesh.
SM: What is something you are willing to look at for hours?
GD: There are several things: clouds, my old lady, LP jackets, Chagall paintings.
DQ: The shadowy nooks of some lover’s soul.
SM: Please indulge us with an anecdote.
DQ: When I was a young man, not yet 20, I fell in love with a girl from the woodlands up north. What attracted me to her was her long hair that hung down in a mess of dark spiraling tendrils and a certain telepathic quality to her eyes. For months I spent my time on stratagems to win her love. Some days I felt my fate depended on writing a great poem; other times I thought that I must be walking down such and such a street at such and such an hour and we’d fall into a conversation (this somehow ending in love making).
Surprisingly enough, these stratagems worked. I wrote her a poem which won her heart after “accidentally” meeting her in a cafe (that I knew she’d be in) and we became lovers. But alas I completely lost interest after that and never saw her again.
SM: If you were to take an action to ensure all generations of people from this moment on were affected by something you have done, how would you go about it?
GD: I struggle with this one. The violent overthrow of the current government is a fantasy I indulge, but then again love & joy is more powerful than violence.
DQ: I don’t fancy the idea of individual men being able to affect generations.
SM: Please recommend a strategy for dealing with one’s arch-nemesis.
GD: Embrace him or her.
DQ: Inquire about their mother.
SM: T.S. Elliot, C.S. Lewis and William Blake have arrived in their time machine to whisk you away to an era and place of your choosing. Where and when is your destination?
DQ: England or Paris 1922. I’d grow a mustache and write impressionistic poetry that foreshadowed the rise of the Nazi’s through John the Divine-like ravings. Also, I’d court a Russian heiress by writing cryptic novels.
Unfortunately, two of those writers would condemn me as a witch and drag me back to the modern day. Can we replace C.S. Lewis with Lewis Carroll?
SM: How will you be spending the rest of your day?
GD: Strumming harps & drinking tea.
DQ: Living and loving.
SM: Please describe an impressionable moment from adolescence.
GD: I can’t talk about that time.
DQ: As an adolescent I saw a PBS documentary with old footage of Bob Dylan and Jack Kerouac that blew my mind. It was one of those things that made me want to write, play guitar, etc.
SM: What do you suppose the last thing you think before you sleep tonight will be?
GD: That’s easy: some dark insecure thoughts about my life & my relationships.
DQ: Wow that’s depressing Glenn. Now I’ll probably just wonder about these “dark insecure thoughts” of Glenn’s.