Pettit: No, I never think about trees. Though I have thought about a single tree. The last tree on Earth. I think about that day, and that tree, and what I would do to it if I was alive. And I think I would touch it, with my saw.
Pettit: It’s painful to answer this question because it forces me to think about a tree other than the last one on Earth. I’m upset with you for asking but the damage is already done and I’m remembering the summer days I used to play beneath the weeping, wilting, branches of a willow tree at my childhood home, mindlessly running to and fro, gripping the fragile branches, crying out for a more purposeful life.
Pettit: I’m a publisher, so, yes, they’re involved. And I planted a tree three weeks ago. I’m taller than that tree and I cannot write beneath it.
Guy Pettit lives in Hadley, Massachusetts. He is currently writing an epic poem entitled “Against Nature” and welcomes inquiries from prospective publishers. He directs Flying Object.
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