cafebabel.com: What do you want to be when you grow up?
Katy Ewing: Competent and aware of it.
cafebabel.com: What poem would you take to a desert island?
Katy Ewing: Very difficult. This is like asking me to choose a favourite, which I don’t like! I guess I’d take fragments of lots of them internally (and then be really frustrated that I hadn't just picked one whole poem!)
cafebabel.com: If you ran away, where would you run away to?
Katy Ewing: Home, always home. As a child though, it was always to a hidey-hole, indoors or out, in cupboards or attics or up trees or in ditches.
cafebabel.com: Do you have a favourite line or fragment of poetry?
Katy Ewing: Favourites again! Maybe this from John Burnside’s ‘Halloween’:
“I have peeled the bark from the tree
to smell its ghost,
and walked the boundaries of ice and bone
where the parish returns to itself
in a flurry of snow”
cafebabel.com: If you were a cheese, what kind would you be? Explain using diagrams if necessary.
Katy Ewing: I don’t think I’d like to be a cheese. It seems as if it would be a sad life. But if forced, then Raclette. It’s a Swiss cheese, delicious melted and served with new potatoes and cold meat, but very difficult to find round these parts. So I’d be it just so that I could have some. Which seems a bit self-defeating somehow.
cafebabel.com: Suggest a question for next time.
Katy Ewing: How do you know when a poem you've written is a poem?
cafebabel.com: Draw us a picture.