Interview with Prick of the Spindle

I must apologise for the fact that I haven’t complained about New York recently. I really, really should. (Fave-sie, choicest morsels will be served up at a later date. Hush thy squawking, Grimalkin. Soon. Soon.) Perhaps it reflects the fact that the peristaltic digestion process is, more or less, complete. That does not mean, by any means, accommodation or acquiescence.  I am not Sting sipping Lapsang Suchong, nor shall be. (I am an Irishman drinking bad decaff.) Lack of ranting simply means that I have lived here now for three and a half years, and one cannot rant forever. Though I may have been digested, I have not yet been broken down. (Never! We shall always fight the Beast!) In the  meanwhile, here is a link to an interview I did recently with literary journal Prick of the Spindle. (Great name.) There are few things more fun than talking about yourself with, of course, the smoke screen of literary matters to clothe the naked, diseased ego. And, here too the review of Waiting for Saint Brendan in the same issue.


(Random pic depicting subway witch post fit of F Train rush hour rage.)

Cover of Joseph Delaney’s I Am Grimalkin (Wardstone Chronicles

/ The Last Apprentice Book 9), published by the Bodley Head.

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David McBloglin

My name is David McLoghlin, I am the author of "Waiting for Saint Brendan and Other Poems" (Salmon Poetry, July 2012); I am an Irish poet, writer and literary translator, who currently lives in New York, and blogs about its vicissitudes, while not writing other things, like my 2nd collection. I moved to NYC in 2010 to study at NYU's MFA Program in Creative Writing, from which I graduated in 2012, two months before my book was published. Before moving to the US, I lived in Ireland, Spain, Belgium, France, the USA, and travelled in a variety of countries (including Morocco, Czechoslovakia (when it was that country), Paraguay, Uruguay, Argentina and Norway), whilst engaged in a number of pursuits. came about as a catch-all for impressions related to moving to NYC alone: culture shock, in essence, and all her ugly sisters.

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