This was my first LIVE IN-PERSON interview and I had a blast. I hope Jake had a blast too!
We talked about a lot. Our poem was "A Poison Tree" by William Blake. (yaaay JAKE chose BLAKE!)
We opened the discussion with some spiked egg-nog and the mass exodus from blue states to red and then discussed why Jake, like myself, is a poetry hater. Then we dug deep to investigate why this poem in particular spoke to a cloistered West Texas boy. We got into the problems with building your life around a fake persona, the masks we wear and how they destroy us, the destructive power of repression and even some movie recommendations.
*Full disclaimer: Listening to this I must apologize to Jake because I was quite loopy. I was at the beginning stages of a fever and had only gotten around 4 hours sleep the night before. In a desire to be at the top of my game I downed two caps of dayquil a few hours before his arrival. Oh then I drank a red bull right before he arrived. Oh and then we had bourbon... So if I'm more loopy than normal, now you know why.
A Poison Tree
BY WILLIAM BLAKE
I was angry with my friend;
I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
I was angry with my foe:
I told it not, my wrath did grow.
And I waterd it in fears,
Night & morning with my tears:
And I sunned it with smiles,
And with soft deceitful wiles.
And it grew both day and night.
Till it bore an apple bright.
And my foe beheld it shine,
And he knew that it was mine.
And into my garden stole,
When the night had veild the pole;
In the morning glad I see;
My foe outstretched beneath the tree.