Blake interviews for The Rumpus and the Chicago Review of Books, among other venues.

Language is a game that we play. And knowledge comes from playing it.
I’ve always been interested in the poem as a record of a mind’s attention, and I wanted the design elements of this book to create an experience in distraction…
…when people were faced with indescribable, impossible scenes, they turned to metaphor—maggots became white flowers, a swollen corpse looked like a dumpling rolled in flour.
…there is a voice behind every one of those lines trying to shout itself into existence…
Verbs have their own range of emotions behind them.
Forty-nine years after the terrible storm, the feeling of kin with the landscape finally started to overtake the feeling of dread…
Art is one place where we can bring together things that are not usually simultaneously in view.

More forthcoming.