Kurt Nimmo
Las Cruces, New Mexico
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Kurt Nimmo lives in Las Cruces, New Mexico, with poet Elaine Thomas. His fiction, poetry, reviews, and other assorted writings have appeared in the small press over the last three decades. In addition, he is a musician and photographer. A selection of his photographs can be viewed at W.A.R.M. Arts |
• What do you do for a living?
I'm a web designer and photographer for NMSU. Before that I was a hack for big business. Way before that I was a small press legend. Of course, being a small press legend does not pay the bills. • Who are your favorite artists?
Hmmm, difficult one. Do you mean writers, musicians, fine artists, photographers? This changes from week to week and, really, there are no favorites. I don't read much anymore, except online. I read online newspapers, articles, sometimes poetry. Currently, William Eggleston, the great American photographer, is one of my more favorite creative humans. • What influences you to write about/how you do?
Pain, suffering, existential angst. • Where do you see the underground writing scene in 25 years?
DOA. We are experiencing the very end of it. When I began this thing in the early 70s, there were hundreds of zines. Now there are few print zines, except the ones sponsored by academic departments. There's a lot of writing online, but it's not the same. I don't see the same quality there. THE-HOLD, THUNDER SANDWICH, webzines like that are few and far between. Most of the stuff I read online is very bad. We are moving into a post-literary period. • from cait - describe yourself -all the way up til this day -every deTALE ..heh.. AND just for fun...what would you do for a klondike bar...be clever.. beera -
I look in the mirror every day, but I'm sure I don't see the same person other people do. Years ago, I considered myself the invisible man - just another middle age white boy on the street, working for the sake of existence, going home in an average car after putting in my eight average hours, writing poems, stories as a way to confound my own demons. In the beginning I had high hopes - literary stardom, like Bukowski - but then reality came up and slapped me in the face, hard. That's one mother of a mountain to climb. Besides, I was not good enough. I'm average, average, white bread average. 5 foot eight, shaven head, glasses, little salt and pepper goatee - oh, christ, look at my picture on the-hold if you're sincerely interested. I am above-average in a few ways, but that's personal, I don't want to talk about it.BTW, I don't like klondike bars |
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