Reb Livingston & Molly Arden of No Tell Motel do tell . . .
When accepting work who is the good cop? Bad cop?
Molly: I'm not sure that "Bad cop" even captures it. I'm a wicked cop.
Reb: I'm a naughty cop.
In all seriousness, our tastes do diverge a bit, but so far that seems to be a good thing. Molly has really opened my eyes to different ways of approaching poems. There are a handful of poets we would not have published if it were entirely up to me and that would have been a big loss for No Tell.
Do you consider drinking alcohol while reading submissions unprofessional?
Molly: Yes. However, reading them in the bathtub with one hand submerged is only marginally unprofessional.
Reb: My senses go flat when I imbibe and that's no good for considering poems or making out.
What two poets would you like to see in a fist fight? Of the two, who wins?
Molly: I never want to see anyone in a fist fight. I'd love to see Dylan Thomas and Charles Bukowski get drunk and rage together. There are never any winners in games such as these.
Reb: Yeah, make poems, not war.
Read the rest.
Then rendezvous with Jonathan Mayhew, the motel's featured poet this week.