Poet Of The Week

Sophia Le Fraga

     February 25–March 3, 2013

Sophia Le Fraga studied Linguistics and Poetry at New York University. Her poems have appeared in Lambda Literary Review’s Poetry Spotlight, the Broome Street Review and Lemon Hound, among other publications. Her work has been exhibited at the Brooklyn Museum and the Corcoran Gallery, and in 2011, her Whitman erasure Song of Me and Myself was shown throughout Berlin. Her chapbook I DON’T WANT ANYTHING TO DO WITH THE INTERNET was published by Keep This Bag Away From Children in 2012, and her collection, I RL, YOU RL is forthcoming.

there is no more
lover and there is

no more air
no more lover

than the air
than the light

of blinking sun—
of sun

days of sundays
i praise

the flies
in her hair

the love
of the air the

smile we share,
our arrows. there is

no more lover and
no more world

quite round
the world i praise

     the moon i
          praise

the human sharking

red

a storm
I bring

          forever
          rising

 
–From I DON’T WANT ANYTHING TO DO WITH THE INTERNET, Keep This Bag Away From Children, 2012.

Tell us about the making of this poem.

Right around my birthday, I had this idea of writing poems for anyone who wanted one. I posted a request for requests, basically, on Facebook and Twitter and then appropriated text from anyone who wanted a poem. If they had asked me for a poem on Facebook, I’d go through their statuses. If they had asked me on Twitter, I’d switch mediums. That’s how I DON’T WANT ANYTHING TO DO WITH THE INTERNET came about. This poem, I wrote for my good friend Sasha Klupchak.

What are you working on right now?

I just finished a book called I RL, YOU RL. I’ve been working on it for the past couple of years, and Minutes BOOKS agreed to publish it, so I’m really excited to get it out in the world!

How long have you lived in Brooklyn? What neighborhood do you live in? What do you like most about it?

I’ve lived in Brooklyn less than a year; my roots lie in the itty-bitty island of Manhattan. But right now, I live really close to Brooklyn Poets — off the Montrose. I say “off the Montrose” because people like to split hairs about whether “East Williamsburg” is a “thing” and they sometimes get touchy about calling where I live “Bushwick” … So I’ve decided I want to call it BushBurg. But that also sounds kind of dirty.

Favorite Brooklyn poet(s), dead and/or alive?

Dead: Biggie. Alive: Jay Z. “And/Or” Alive: Joan Rivers.

Favorite Brooklyn bookstore?

Ooooooo … See questions like this really stress me out because my favorites change really frequently, like as frequently as my nail polish changes, which, if you know me, is pretty frequently. Let’s see, though, I love Unnameable, then I really like Book Thug Nation and Word, and BookCourt, and Desert Island when I want to look at pictures, and I spend a lot of time at Spoonbill and Sugartown, and Blonde Art Books is an awesome new spot in Bushwick.

Favorite places to read and write in Brooklyn (besides home, assuming you like to be there)?

Wherever I can see the most sky.

Favorite places to go in Brooklyn not involving reading or writing?

Wherever I can see the most sky (+ drink for cheap, + preferably outside, + $1 oysters?).

Last awesome book(s) you read?

Kim Rosenfield’s Some of Us.

Fill in the blanks in these lines by Whitman:

I celebrate cuttiness,
And what I find cutty you should too,
For every thing that is cutty to me as good is cutty to you.

Why Brooklyn?

Brooklyn? Because pizza.