Men. I'm not sure why. I love to look at them (not in a perverted sense.
), try to get inside their mindset, think like them.
Cigarettes. I don't even smoke, but somehow seeing cigarettes, pictures of people smoking, ashtrays, all of it makes me want to write.
Tom Waits. His music
never fails to inspire some sort of story.
Jim Jarmusch's films. They're all so amazing and poetic. I love to have them playing in the background while I write.
Jack White. His music, his voice, his acting. Everything about the man makes me want to put pencil to paper (fingers to keyboard?
).
- Siriano;:
- All things that fit along with the concept of being poor and half-stoned in a run-down apartment in the city, typing at a typewriter while my landlady cusses her husband down the hall.
When this takes place in the 50's-70's.
Jack Kerouac. The "Beat" poets. Allen Ginsberg, William S. Burroughs, Charles Bukowski. That whole era, feel, mindset. It's grunge poetry.