J.D. Nelson Interview

J. D. Nelson (b. 1971) experiments with words and sound in his subterranean laboratory. His bizarre poems and experimental poetic texts have appeared in many small press and underground publications, both print and online. J. D. lives in Colorado, USA. Visit www.MadVerse.com for more information and links to his published work and audio recordings.

SK: Where'd you learn to mill such fine delicious?

J.D. Nelson: I studied at the Colonel Flagg School of Brain Massage, where I double-majored in Burns and Houlihan and minored in Mind Control.

SK: How hard monthly and by what methods do you satellite your beautiful Mad Verse?

J.D. Nelson: I love the Lord with all of my heart, soul, mind and strength. Like Philo Beddoe, I get down any which way I can.

SK: Some girl’s face convinces you to throw milk at a wall – is portraiture happening?

J.D. Nelson: Ye shall not eat of anything that dieth of itself: thou shalt give it unto the stranger that is in thy gates, that he may eat it; or thou mayest sell it unto an alien: for thou art an holy people unto the LORD thy God. Thou shalt not seethe a kid in his mother's milk.

SK: A toilet accuses you of molestation – did you get your hysterectomy at Toys R Us?

J.D. Nelson: The womb shall forget him; the worm shall feed sweetly on him; he shall be no more remembered; and wickedness shall be broken as a tree.

SK: A dog bites its own tail until gangrene sets in – is this how you make love?

J.D. Nelson: As a dog returneth to his vomit, so a fool returneth to his folly.

SK: Your lover has an affair with your favorite assault rifle – do you announce your candidacy for president?

J.D. Nelson: My lovers and my friends stand aloof from my sore; and my kinsmen stand afar off.

SK: Oh, a barking dog wrecked your good intentions – why is it that you prefer insecticide to all your pretty friends?

J.D. Nelson: They return at evening: they make a noise like a dog, and go round about the city.

SK: Which physicists endure anemometric digestion for machines that imitate sleep?

J.D. Nelson: It is vain for you to rise up early, to sit up late, to eat the bread of sorrows: for so he giveth his beloved sleep.

SK: What kind of rapist doesn’t own a television set?

J.D. Nelson: But if a man find a betrothed damsel in the field, and the man force her, and lie with her: then the man only that lay with her shall die.

SK: You are being chased by people with accordions – do you want to be caught?

J.D. Nelson: Mine enemies chased me sore, like a bird, without cause.

SK: Why do you make a habit of corners and excuse your tardiness with lewd photography?

J.D. Nelson: Thus thou calledst to remembrance the lewdness of thy youth, in bruising thy teats by the Egyptians for the paps of thy youth.

SK: Do large women reciting geometry in absinthe-colored bathtubs give your cigar a hernia?

J.D. Nelson: And whosoever toucheth his bed shall wash his clothes, and bathe himself in water, and be unclean until the even.

SK: What recommends invalidating time with stochastic hotness?

J.D. Nelson: They shall be burnt with hunger, and devoured with burning heat, and with bitter destruction: I will also send the teeth of beasts upon them, with the poison of serpents of the dust.

SK: How has nanotechnology revolutionized the enema?

J.D. Nelson: Now this man purchased a field with the reward of iniquity; and falling headlong, he burst asunder in the midst, and all his bowels gushed out.

SK: Who bleeds first: the air or the vocalist in front of the air?

J.D. Nelson: Sing unto God, sing praises to his name: extol him that rideth upon the heavens by his name JAH, and rejoice before him.

SK: Had you lain with schools of thought, courting purposeful delusion? Did you then administer electricity to improve sub-atomic structure by testing weight?

J.D. Nelson: And for this cause God shall send them strong delusion, that they should believe a lie: That they all might be damned who believed not the truth, but had pleasure in unrighteousness.

A false balance is abomination to the LORD: but a just weight is his delight.

SK: Who pants good slither?

J.D. Nelson: Surely the serpent will bite without enchantment; and a babbler is no better.

SK: Is your behavior full of band aids?

J.D. Nelson: My wounds stink and are corrupt because of my foolishness.


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