Get to know our spotlight poet by reading our LNP Spotlight Profile Below~!
Where do you Live:Michigan
Screen Name:Nathan Hill
AOL Screen name:Hotintopeeeka
Origin of S/N:My parents. 🙂
How long on-line?around two months
How long in LNP? A little over a month.
Age:Old enough and still too young
What was your first poem about?
I began writing at the age of nine, and I remember that the experience was a much needed outlet as I was a very isolated and quiet child. The emotions that I wanted to understand concerning my adoption.
What inspires you as a poet?The thought of taking my readers on a journey, and leaving a piece of myself with them as a souvenir
How did you get to this stage in your writing? Through sheer luck and the support of friends and writers who believed in my work
What advice do you have for poets wanting to publish their works?
Seek out other poets who have published…they are your greatest resource and allies.
What methods have worked best for you?
I do not have any set methods, as I abhor developing routines in writing.
I simply think of the stories that I have loved, and the message I wish to convey. The rest just happens naturally.
What was your “aha” moment … that helped you decide to publish?
A certain poet has been hounding me as of late. That, combined with several readers requesting copies of my collection has spurred me to pursue publishing.
Few People know that you are interested in:Korean Manhwa – I am currently reading The Breaker: New Waves
Arayashikiku no dei – (in search of a new land) Harasaku baku no dei – (let’s build a new house) Hare fushigyurasa nejyuku – (by neatly gathering hay) Surajifushiro yondo – (to thatch the roof) Hare fushigyurasa nejyuku – (by neatly gathering hay) Fushigyurasa nejyuku – (neatly gathering hay) Surajifusero yondo – (to thatch the roof)
Kirishigaki ku no dei – (at the stone walls) Kuganeya be tatei tei – (let’s celebrate the golden house) Hare momo tobyuru wakya – (that was built) Ya uriba yuwa o yondo – (by a hundred carpenters) Hare momo to byuru wakya – (that was built) Momo to byuru wakya – (was built) Ya uriba yuwa o yondo – (by a hundred carpenters)
Hateigachi ya naryuri – (august draws near) Tobibani ya neranu – (but i have nothing to wear) Hare utou katabani – (i want to dress up) Ya karachitabore – (brothers, lend me a sleeve) Hitotsu aru bani ya – (i want to dress the children and those i love) Kanasha se ni kusuitei – (with the single kimono i own) Hare wanu ya okuyama – (i will wear vines) Nu kazuradasuki – (that i picked deep within the mountains)
Ojyuugoya no teiki ya – (the full moon shines) Kami gyurasa teryuri – (far and wide like the gods) Hare kana ga jyo ni tataba kumo tei taborei – (when my lover comes to visit, i wish the clouds would hide it a little)
3)Being lazy in Sleeping Bear Dunes.
4)Researching Asian and Middle Eastern philosophy.
5) Watching classic science fiction television shows. i.e. Star Trek and Dr.Who
Favorite Sports/Teams:Sumo wrestling…it is theatre and sport all rolled into one.
Favorite Music/Band:The Gorillaz
Favorite Movie:Silence of the Lambs…..it’s a love story for those with eyes to see it.
Favorite Poem:Exotic Perfume by: Charles Baudelaire
by: Charles Baudelaire
When with closed eyes in autumn’s eves of gold
I breathe the burning odours of your breast,
Before my eyes the hills of happy rest
Bathed in the sun’s monotonous fires, unfold.
Islands of Lethe where exotic boughs
Bend with their burden of strange fruit bowed down,
Where men are upright, maids have never grown
Unkind, but bear a light upon their brows
Led by that perfume to these lands of ease,
I see a port where many ships have flown
With sails outwearied of the wandering seas;
While the faint odours from green tamarisks blown,
Float to my soul and in my senses throng,
And mingle vaguely with the sailor’s song.
If you could meet any poet, who would it be? A.H.Hill
What made you choose that poet?
Because he was my father, and he is dearly missed
Which poet do you feel has influenced you most? My father and mentor – A. H. Hill
Current Projects:Currently preparing a catalog for publishing
Favorite Quote:Outside of a dog, a book is a man’s best friend. Inside of a dog it’s too dark to read. – Groucho Marx
Top websites you would recommend
Tell us about your Journey….
I have been writing poetry for over half my life. In January of 2011 my father died after a long period in the hospital. Because of this loss, I destroyed my entire catalog and did not write another poem for three years. Only by the end of February of 2014 did I feel the need to once again pick up my pen and begin weaving the tales you now read today. For three years I mourned his loss by not writing I now celebrate his memory with every letter penned. The past two months have been both a whirlwind of writing and fortune.
If you had told me that I would be at this point in my poetry back at the end of February
of this year, I would have scoffed and claimed you to be a bigger dreamer than I.
I am a lover of stories. Capture my imagination, and you will have captured my heart.
I cannot fully express in words how honored and humbled I feel at the blessings I have received. My thanks to all those foolish enough to believe me talented
I delight in the contradiction of being a technician and a poet. A little impish grin comes over my face when people in my daily life ask me what I do for fun. I am a tease and a storyteller both on and off the page. I blame this affliction on my high school drama teacher who cast me in the role of Puck in A Midsummer Night’s Dream. It is a role that I started playing at seventeen and have continued in till this very day. To know me is to be both loved and tormented.