Originally Posted by #1 synth

Real Name: Dylan Thomas Doyle Debelis

Age: 18

Location: Portland, Oregon. Moving to New York in 23 days.

Favorite Artists: Sage Francis, Belle & Sebastian, They Might Be Giants, Mountain Goats, T.A.T.U, Abba, The Unicorns, Violent Femmes, Weakerthans.

An artist we should listen to is: Vengaboys. Are back in town.

Most Inspirational Writer (Lyrically): Conor Oberst. Hands down. All of what I write is somehow inspired by him, for better or worst.

Favorite poet/poem (published writer): Ted Kooser “Flying at Night”. That poem is what I aspire to be.

If you could be any writer ever, who would you be: Matthew Erman, he gets all the chicks… in his pants… right now.

Why Do You Write: I write to have a purpose to fall back on when every other purpose fails, as they always do. I write because I can’t stop myself no matter how much it has haunted me and how much it will continue to hurt. I write to dehumanize villains and create heroes. I write to faith, for faith, and because I have faith that there is something holy in what I do. I’m not looking to find truth and I’m not looking to emphasize truth that I may believe. I write to help people who read my poetry try to find some sort of beauty in any small series of events. I write to be melodramatic, to be able to write rambling paragraphs like this for no goddamn reason except to come to the same conclusion:
I have no idea why the hell I write, but I like to. Makes me feel like Jesus.

Favorite word(s): Wee-ow. Eye. Hurt. Penis. Wee-ow.

Favorite technique/style to write: Sitting on a bed, couch or bench in the middle of the night with myself or some candles or just the dark and beating at my body with my irreparably small hands until every single thought I can think has oozed out of my pen and my mouth. Twisting myself mentally and physically until the world’s throat closes up and things slow down enough for me to deeply analyze everything wrong with myself. There is no greater feeling then waking up to a vodka bottle, a bruised stomach, a fractured ego, and a notebook filled with things no one will ever read. You will never have more power over the world then at that point.

Favorite Writer on UG: You all know who you are.

Most Helpful Critic: Used to be Jared. Shout out to Jamie. Maybe Skag or Carmel (she recently gave me the best critique I have ever received, recreational or otherwise). But I’ll say me. When I fully critique something I fully critique it and really try to help the author to the best of my ability. I have for hundreds of pieces. I want to acknowledge myself here because I’m selfish and because I really truly do love critiquing the (sometimes) excellent work of my peers. I love talking about intellectual things (like poetry composition) with intellectual people (like most of you). It really turns me on.

What do you do especially, to find inspiration: Ride busses, watch wrestling, sever connections to people I’m close to.

Your Most Recent Work and Reason behind It: Whatever I last wrote was based on my fear of going to college. I’m fucking terrified honestly. New people are fucking scary.

Tips for Newer Writers: Get a mentor. Have sex with mentor. Write about it. Then give up, because creative writing has no practical uses. This is a world of practicality. Go learn how to use a chainsaw.

What’s your goal in writing: Eventually, to have my own book. And maybe if I get good enough I will be able to go back in time and share a body with Walt Whitman.

Any Final Comments or Thoughts: You all have no idea how badly I wanted this. I have been waiting to be the WOTM again for more than two years. Thank you to everyone who reads what I post, to everyone who reads my blog, to everyone who has been a friend during my time here, and to everyone who is a much better writer than I am or will ever be. If anything, this honor will only drive me to work harder for you people and this forum. And if I leave now, well, at least I’ll go out on top.

Shrug.

Originally Posted by punkman_123

Damn Auals, you're messed up. :P

Originally Posted by ZanasCross

This just reminded me of the time that my brother in law texted his mom on the night after his wedding. All it said was "Consummated."