Nicholas Gulig

Somewhere in some decrepit computer’s cryptolocked file there sits an email–maybe more than one–I received from Nicholas Gulig years ago while he was in Thailand, asking how to be a writer. Or something along those lines. I know I answered. I don’t know that what I had to say was any help. I’ve never been punk, as such. Pragmatism prevented me ever becoming purely poetic. And compared to Nick and his crowd, I’ve always felt the naive (oblivious?) elder. Square, in short. But I absolutely knew what it was to work the imposter DIY lane. Knew what it was to both mine and bemoan the parochial. To strive for that writing life, to make that writing life, never mind the odds or good sense.

Nick has done the work. It was a pleasure to read this piece and watch this video: