I Interview Emil Amos of Holy Sons @ Coldfront

“I thought poets belonged in the street brandishing their wine bottle at the moon, in ecstasy and burning at all times. Now I suppose I imagine the annex of cubicles provided adjunct teachers at the state university, the pale skin and bitter ash, the sneering face over the cafe table that’s learned the identity of this year’s Whitman winner. In envy and smoldering.”

http://coldfrontmag.com/poets-off-poetry/holy-son-of-the-bop-apocalypse-an-interview-with-polymath-emil-amos-by-lisa-wells