I'D ALWAYS thought of myself as a poet, and that was that. I'd gone to graduate school in poetry. I'd had fellowships in poetry. I don't mean to say these things qualified me to be a poet, but that was the label I'd given myself. Fiction had never come up. One day, like many other days, I sat down to write a poem. I worked for a few hours in an armchair with a pile of blankets on my lap; this was winter in upstate New York. I got up to go to the bathroom, and when I came back my then-boyfriend was in my chair, my blankets and laptop on his lap. "Who wrote this?" he asked. I told him I just had. He said, "You did? I think this is fiction." I was annoyed: he'd been sneaky. I hadn't asked him to read it. And I didn't much care if it was fiction or poetry. I just knew I'd written it - this was what had happened during my writing time that day.
Idra Novey, Hannah Sanghee Park, Gregory Pardlo, and Mark Richard Talk to Olivia Clare About Multiple Genres - Los Angeles Review of Books
12 December 2016
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