Along with being the Editor n’ Chief over at Loose Change Magazine, Cristina Martin is an authority on breakfast food, which is one of the many reasons I like her so much. Some of the other reasons I like her so much include (but are not limited to): 1. Her overall cheerful disposition 2. Her spontaneity 3. Her Sweet dance moves 4. Her love and tolerance of my lists. She’ll be reading for us on Monday, September 19th at the next Atlanta Edition of the Vouched Presents series. If you’re lucky, she’ll also be dancing.
Let’s get straight to the good stuff. Why do you wake up in the morning?
On the weekdays, because my alarm clock tells me I have to. On the weekends, its for b-b-b-brunch!
Ooh! Breakfast food tugs at my heart-strings. What’s your ideal breakfast? Does having a good breakfast help your writing?
My absolute favorite breakfast is one that my dad makes for me every time I am home: Fried eggs cooked in bacon fat served with a couple of slices of buttered toast, and, of course, a couple slices of not too crispy pork strips. With some fresh squeezed orange juice and a warm cup of coffee on the side I am in complete bliss. I don’t know if it helps my writing, but man, it makes this lady pretty happy.
That sounds delicious! Have you ever tried writing a poem about breakfast?
Oh no, I haven’t…yet? Should I try now?
Oooh! The Awful Interview’s Debut Impromptu Poem. Let’s go for it!
Errr…um…okay lets see…
oh bacon, my bacon
you dip into the yolk
like a spear into the sun
and in the salty
slight crisp of it all
my little heart screams YUM!
BAM! Breakfast poem managed. I can cross that off my bucket list now.
*Clapping for you* That was great! What kind of music do you listen to when you write?
It really depends on what I am trying to write about. Something based in a bit of the magical or mysterious, I’ll reach for Cocorosie or the instrumentations of Carlos Nunez. If there is a tinge of unrequited love, then maybe I’ll put on my Fionn Regan Pandora station or the songs of Patsy Cline. Old school recordings of hymns set up good for nostalgia. And then sometimes I’m just down right obsessive with the same song over and over and over again. I have been listening to St. Vincent’s “Cruel” this whole week like its my freakin’ job. But I’ve always got some jams playing for sure, if only for the needed dance party break from the writing (bachata beats and Otis Redding to boot!)
Wait, do you really get up from writing for dance breaks? Do you have mad moves?
Oh, I’ve got crazy mad moves. Its hard for me to sit in one place for a long period of time, so yes, if the speakers start telling me to “Try a little tenderness..” then I tend to use it as an excuse to get up and shake a little tail feather, get some new energy flowing. But don’t worry, if I am in public the most I do is some shoulder sways back and forth.
Have you been known to interrupt yourself mid-reading to start dancing? If not, would you like to become known for that, say… on September 19th?
Hmmmm…I don’t know. You’re just going to have to come to the reading to find out…
Could you write one more impromptu poem about why people should attend our reading, or does lighting not strike the same interview twice?
Vouched, when you look at me like that, how can I say no? Okay…here goes….
You’ve got to get back to the farm,
to the once ruins of buildings,
and goats that will lick the honey
from your finger tips.
You’ve got to get back to the farm
so we darlings can stand on that wood plank stage,
pour our hearts over the newly planted dirt,
pretend we know nothing of sidewalks and streetlights.
There’s just the barn and the breeze
and those lovely little words we want to give you all.
Hows that for off-the-cuff?