Drew
His elegance could be interpreted as sinister, were it not for the unexpectedly kind flash in his blue eyes. That is, on those occasions when you actually see Drew, or more accurately, he lets you see him. Constructor of books both virtual and physical, Drew's a major part of best-of-breed Spork magazine, where you can read his Notes on Construction, a characteristically rich, disturbing screed. Which may cause you some internal deconstruction. And that's pretty much what Drew's about. NAME:"Drew Burk." WHAT THE REST OF US THINK, ACCORDING TO DREW:"When others are around: 'I hate that guy!' When alone: 'Where did I put his phone number?'" QUOTE:"Whatever you've done, it's not enough. You must do more." CREW/POSSE:"Richard Siken, Jason Ott, Bobby Hepworth, and all the best Tucson has to offer." OTHER CO-CONSPIRATORS:"All the lovely binding ladies (I think a guy helped once too, but I can't remember his name)..." LIFE STORY IN BRIEF:"The second time the guy put his gun to my head and said that I was going to make him a success in the music industry or he was going to kill me, I left California. Before that it doesn't really matter." HOW LONG IN TUCSON:"Nine years (eight of them at The Grill)." ONE WORD TO DESCRIBE TUCSON:"LovetohelpyoubutIgoteightshowsthatnight..." WHAT WOULD YOU LIKE TO SEE ON THE LOCAL SCENE:"All the goofy literary journals and 'zines in all-out war, ending, of course, with me standing atop a pile of shattered and charred wannabes, lighting a cigarette with a flaming remnant of one of the lesser efforts." CONNECTING POINTS:"On the boards in the kitchen at Grill; at the bar in the Red Room at Grill." ARTIFACTS:"Multiple issues of Spork, a bunch of insanely horrible books that are disappeared and destroyed whenever I find a copy, Nigel Underwood, scars, burns, fourteen unrepeatable impossibly beautiful haircuts (ask them, they'll tell you), this stab wound..." CONTACT: |
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