Simon Perchik has placed hundreds of poems in journals and periodicals that include The New Yorker, Poetry, Partisan Review, and The Nation. In contrast to his richly textured word-images that twist and soar on the page, he is plain-spoken; a candid man who laughs easily. He resides in East Hampton, New York with the rest of his family.
Simon: The work seeks to help the reader identify him or herself through the poem. The hope is that the reader will recognize his/her self.
Amoskeag: In developing your main and supporting characters, how do you see them losing or finding themselves?
Simon: I’m not sure my work has characters. At best there is a “you” who can be the reader, a person being addressed, or me. Character development is something the reader’s subconscious would deal with.
Amoskeag: How do you identify yourself as a writer — how did you get here? Who/what made you so? Where have you come from? What have you gone through?
Simon: I wish I knew. Frankly, if I knew why I write I wouldn’t have to write. I’m still trying to figure it all out. I do know that the war informs everything I write. But there’s more to it than that.
Amoskeag: What lies ahead for you?
Simon: For better or worse my work is getting more and more abstract. My hope is that the definitions of poetry (am sure there are many) would expand to include one more: “Words that inform the reader of what cannot be articulated.”
To view an excerpt of Simon’s poem “Still,” click here.