Breaking open this noisy egg

HTMLGIANT interviews Nicole Walker about her latest collection of poetry, This Noisy Egg. Walker talks about the importance of lists, why there would be fewer "douche bags" if more people wrote poetry, and how the quotidian can bring a poem closer to the divine.

From HTMLGIANT:

“The fence wore its black rain as my father wore his coat.” Is this a philosophy of This Noisy Egg? Everything general in the world as actually specific? Does it all relate? And is every myth our own? What a clunky question! You may answer it or shoot me dead.

Somebody once said I lived symbolically. I took it as a compliment but I don’t think it was meant as one. It’s one thing to live metaphorically, to see associations and patterns. It’s another to think one tiny thing signifies the whole. Living metonymically makes everything seem so “meaningful.” It kind of takes the fun out of the plain world. I try, and fail, to appreciate the plain world. Fences are plain. Black rain so meaningful. Then I bring in the father. Can I thicken that line any further. But I do think returning to coat returns the poem to some kind of accessible plainness. I will fight for fence and coat all my days even though my nature wants to write all black rain and father all the time.