I first heard of Anthony Madrid when we were on the same "local poets" bill at the University of Chicago in May of 2009. I read before he did. When I got to a line that riffs on Roethke, I noticed a tall goofy-looking guy in his late thirties or early forties nodding with recognition and pleasure. A few poets later, that goofy-looking guy stood up and read some poems that shook my confidence but good. I emailed him the next day, he wrote back immediately, and thus began one of the most important friendships of my life.
After a few disastrous title misfires, Anthony's book I Am Your Slave Now Do What I Say will be published by Canarium Books this summer. It's the book of your dreams, if you know how to dream.
Here's "Rhymes," the poem that made me want to go back in time and publish it under my own name before he could write it. Our interview begins after the jump.
Many a maiden has come between | a gentleman and his luck.
You live, you die, and then you’re dead—so go ahead and be evil.
Ready or not, it’s time we do | away with all this uplift.
Your kid can try with all his might, he’ll never do long division.
It could have been me and yet instead | they set the controls for tragic.
Oh orange, orange, yellow, black. A passionate fuck to patch the crack.
Most of these citizens aren’t really mean, just reckless with people’s feelings.
Jebus, the Jolly Ghost, and He | put a razor blade in the apple. Now,
It’s only with certain groups of friends | you dare undermine the uplift.
I order demand and require that you | tear it, little parrot.
Dirty Bomb and Laser Beam | are here to collect the rent.