Russell Edson is really old. He was born in 1935. I like a lot of things about Russell Edson but one thing his writing is not, is old. His stuff is always really fresh and modern, full of sadness and amazing images. Sometimes you read writers who really inspire you to write. When I read Russell Edson I don’t feel like writing because he’s already done it.
Russell Edson is having fun when he writes. In an interview he said, “I have no formal background, as you suggest, in anything. I just make up things as I go along without a program. It’s more fun that way.”
What I like is that his writing is really strange, but branching off the strangness is dozens of feelings. I think strange writing or surreal writing has to be done well. I read lots of stuff that is strange, but that’s all it is. It’s just fucked up with no where to go.
I really like this poem by Russell Edson. Every time I read it I love it more. I want to live in this poem. I want to meet the Closet-Man. I can feel and taste this poem and it’s dreamy and mysterious and it’s a shape and it’s wonderful.
THE REASON WHY THE
CLOSET-MAN IS NEVER SAD
This is the house of the closet-man. There are no rooms, just hallways and closets.
Things happen in rooms. He does not like things to happen.
… Closets, you take things out of closets, you put things into closets, and nothing happens…
Why do you have such a strange house?
I am the closet-man, I am either going or coming, and I am never sad.
But why do you have such a strange house?
I am never sad…