Some people, especially the eldery and more stuffy members of the Poetry Community, are disturbed by Carina Finn and her Poetry’s (LEMONWORLD & Other Poems)– brashness and bubbly-ness, “bratty”-ness. There’s an unwritten rule, for many, that success needs to be earned, not just by talent and the writing itself, but by paying your dues. (Gross!)

For these Ageists, these bigots, strong “bratty” writing is like Spring, cruel and raw, ruthless, and something to cry and bitch about. Blah, blah, blah.

But, anyways, following Joe Hall’s Poetry Road and Reb Livingston’s Poetry Home, this is the 3rd such photo shoot/interview where, again, the only rule was that Carina answer in language from her new book, LEMONDWORLD & Other Poems)

Besides Justin Bieber, Selena Gomez, Taylor Swift (is she really like Nazi art?), and One Direction what sort of “music” and sound-shit have you been chillin’ and lemonin’ and glitterin’ and rindin’ and zestin’ around in the great spiraling and strait-expanses of yr Poetry Youth?

When Ageism (your true and unshakeable foil and mate) is absent how do you deal with and/or provide for all the horny denturers, flaccid churches, hobbling and gimp perverts, peeping Timothys and peeping Tracys, nursing home refuse– I mean all the grey hair, the blue, the tin foil, all the knees, hips and sad-elbow fellatio?

Poetry Youth’s famous for its outrageous and highly-addictive brat-energy, its fire and fuck you, its dance on yr grave because well because because, but tell us a bit about slowness and wisdom (if any) and wiry silences that you’ve blooded, throttled, rattled and drank in yr Poetry Youth?

Ok, I cant take it any more (shiver, shiver). We have to address the elephant in the room: what contributions-ra ra-are you going to make for next year’s National Poetry Month?

Rimbaud, classic enfant terrible, claimed Baudelaire and Verlaine were the only true living Gods, besides himself, and then he traded guns to slave traders in desert North Africa– can you tell us a bit about Gods and ways to make money, catch thrills and c-notes, above and below the table in the seedy and fertile precincts of Poetry Youth?

Dylan Thomas, Welsh Brat, described the universe inside his body (stars, sea, God, earth, animals– everything piles into the mind and body he sang) but then he died of too much tequila and poetic arthritis: can you tell us about some of yr astronomic blunders and coups achieved in the lights and darknesses of Poetry Youth flesh-universes?

Bio: Carina Finn likes to knit, play bridge and go birding with her rambunctious pals. Carina’s favorite movies are “Lincoln,” “Cloud Atlas,” and “The Bridges of Madison County.” Carina, more than anything else, does not abide vulgar language, violence and gratuitous sexual content. Carina is most comfortable in front of a slot machine.