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Artist Interview

Sadie Dupuis

April 7, 2016


                                                                Photo cred: Shawn Brackbill

Sadie Dupuis: eye-catching, ear-catching, soundsmith, and wordsmith. Musician, teacher, poet, with a little mathmetician thrown in there, she is one of those women you see and wonder: how does she do it?  Well, she does it with aplomb, and with purple lipstick. She does it by dismembering moons to get to bulls to get to the horn. She, in her words, “…wade(s) around in different wets” to get to a place both unrecognizable and familiar: oh, the heart. Sadie Dupuis will be reading, along with poet Dora Malech, at Ode on Friday, April 8th, from 6-8pm. Enjoy a reading and a SmuttLabs Brewery sour beer tasting. Happy Poetry Month!

Best line from a song or poem about Spring:
Gonna defer to Audre Lorde on this one (as with most things): "We have no passions left to love the spring / Who had suffered autumn as we did, alone"   

Are you on Team Simile or Team Metaphor? Give us one that would win you a championship. 
I do have a poem about how icky metaphors are but any time I'm in a text message battle my greatest strength is whipping up an elaborate metaphorical scenario to win the argument. Mostly relating to Wes Craven movies. 

What inspires you?
Bagels. Seltzer, ft. bitters or espresso.

If you were a shade of lipstick, what color would you be, and what would its name be? 
Lately I've felt well represented by Thirteen, a teal liquid-to-matte made by Pretty Zombie (all vegan cosmetics, wacky colors). Not only because I like teal but because I generally align with adolescence and unluckiness.



Where do you go to get lost?
Online shopping. For wigs and nail stickers.

Who finds you?
My credit card company when I max out my account with online shopping. 

What would you want your last words to be?
"I can't believe I ate the whole thing."

The poem “Meditation at Lagunitas” (by Robert Hass) ends with the line, “saying blackberry, blackberry, blackberry.” On what one word would you meditate?
Hollandaise, hollandaise, hollandaise.

What was the last revision you made on a poem?
Turned "filthy" into "filthyyy," to great effect.