Friday’s Five Minute Interview: Omar Clew
Who are you?
Do you mean this in the literally literary, or in the metaphorically metaphysical, sense, Ms. Koromilas? My name, for your information, is Omar Clew. I am an anagram, a mammogram, a telegram with your name and DOB on it! I am the one that descends upon you in the darkest depths of your despair, the one that pounces upon your pithy pythagorean theorems and turns them into so many mewling pussies. I am who I am not, and I am not who I am. Next question?
What do you write?
Well, to tell the truth, I do quite a bit of reading, and some translating, but writing? My cousin thrice-removed thinks of himself as a writer (the wretched louse is delusional, of course…); actually, he gets all of his good ideas from yours truly! While I have had one piece of creative non-fiction published in a journal called The Angler, my cousin, despite being a manic-depressive recluse, has published a pitiful palmful of other stuff he appropriated from me. I don’t mind: I murdered my ego long ago, using the serrated edge of a pagan bible — or was it the Bhagavad Gita? — to finish the vermin off.
Why do you write what you write?
I write what I write because I write it; that is to say that when I write it is because I cannot not write, for to not write would produce no writing at all! So, this is why I write what I write, as it were. Is that clear? Right. Next question, please…
Why should we read what you write?
You shouldn’t. In fact, most people don’t. Better that way. Gives readers headaches, from what I hear.
Is the world a better place because of what you write?
Well, my own self-contained – some might call it claustrophobic – world is better, that place where 2+2=0 and people read books in order to burrow their existential fears further into the fetid marrow of their minds and wearied souls. But, is the world in which we all live a better place because of it? Ask someone who has ever read anything by Omar Clew, or by his insomniac cousin, and you shall have your tenuous answer.
Procrustes is readying a bed for me now, custom made to fit. My beloved Hades awaits…
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Image used above is titled “D64″ and is by Jeff Lowe.
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