Hands in Others’ Gardens Interview Series – Lou Rasmus (NSFW)

When initially stumbling across this young, self-revealed HS drop-out, writer’ Lou Rasmus’ WordPress site, formerly known as ‘Drink and Smoke and Fuck’ I was left a bit queasy.

His writing, which has been loosely compared to Charles Bukowski, blares all the things I hate about myself, ejaculated through someone else’s pen.  It’s crass, nihilistic, it’s reckless, dangerous yet honesty and vulnerability manage to leak into his compositions and this reader can’t help but empathize, relate to and embrace.  His self-deprecation and “what did I just do?” moments provide enough human touch to keep the poems from  being simply dismissed as crude.

Lou Rasmus

lou rasmus

Lou often sees himself as a pathetic loser, and is not surprised if readers see him as one. How much of the character is the author? How much of the author is in the character? Who knows, and that’s part of the curiosity and fascination.  In fact, this lovable misanthrope was the inspiration of the following poem, which appears on my Hands In the Garden site: 


This is a poem written recently about a fascinating guy by the name of Lou Rasmus who runs a WordPress poetry site.  He fancies himself a lowlife and degenerate and these facets are present in his posts.  That being said, there’s something more to him.  I present my ode to him with his full permission.  He can be found at Lou Rasmus.


first impulse?


cut with sadness,

squirms to kindness.

sickens, yet courts you-

don’t worry,

he knows it too.
© Anthony Gorman 2017


Rasmus has just published his first book, called Dead Red Fish and I am looking forward to plunging it soon. It’s about a 22 year high school drop-out who goes on a road trip.  This is an excerpt from it:

Excerpt from Part One of DEAD RED FISH:

The road doesn’t look like the road right now. It’s more like something from a space movie. Like a vortex or some shit. Light coming down in flashes from above: streetlight, streetlight, streetlight, every thirty feet. White dashes light up from below, glowing under my headlights. Everything else is black. Flash! White. Then black. Then flash! White. Black white black white black white. It all blurs together. A fucking vortex, I think. Then the sweat returns. My shirt clings to my skin like plastic wrap on raw meat and I stomp on the gas pedal. Only the pedal doesn’t stop when it hits the floorboard. Instead, it crashes through the metal frame and clanks against the pavement. No stopping now, I smirk. The wheels bounce with every crack in the concrete, the paint chips off of the metal body, and I speed ahead anyway. Seventy miles per hour. Eighty. The axles creak and whimper from the stress. Ninety. Lug nuts are shooting off the wheels, popping like the cork from a bottle of Champagne – popping like corks from a hundred bottles of Champagne – popping like Pop! Pop! Pop!

A few weeks ago, this writer answered a few questions for me.  Let’s see how things turned out.

GG: Lou, I appreciate you taking the time to answer my random questions. So, here goes the first.  Much of your writing is captured “in the moment”.  Do you write when an idea hits you or do you have a writing process or routine?

LR: Have to write when an idea hits. Usually stoned, so I have write that minute or I will completely forget. But sometimes it’s not a full idea, so I have to go back and edit later.

GG:  If you’re comfortable enough, share a difficult challenge you’ve had to face.

LR: Writing a book. Faced others, but that’s the most recent. Writing a book is a fucking challenge. Takes commitment. Patience. And a lot of time alone with just some vices and a keyboard. Or, getting cheated on. That’s probably too personal but it’s true. Fucked with my belief in people as a whole. Took a lot of awkward hookups before I was ready to trust another person.

GG: My thoughts and writing cause disturbances in my sleep pattern, how does writing affect your sleep?

LR: Not being able to sleep until I figure out a line or a last word. Pisses me off. That, and waking up with an idea and having to write it down in the middle of the night.

GG: How much of the real you, comes through in your writing? Is Lou a character, or is he you? 

LR: I don’t know. Sometimes Lou seems like a made up character to me. Other times its my life exactly. So maybe a split. Maybe just me in the way I want to be seen. That’s all ego stuff I can’t be sure about.

GG: What do you think that people “get” from your poetry?

LR: Can’t really be sure. Feel like some relate to some things, others relate to other things. But I try to write about the reality that people don’t like to talk about, and I think that some people may connect with that.

GG: If you could hold onto one feeling forever what would it be, and why?

LR: The perfect balance of stoned and drunk right before everything gets dizzy. Nothing matters in that moment. It’s beautiful. (Similar and also good, the moment during sex right before cumming.)

GG: Tell me something about you your readers might be surprised to find out about you.

LR: I like to listen to outlaw country music. Not radio shit. But folk-type country. Helps me relax.

GG: Can you try to describe how you feel before, during and after you write?

LR:  Before: “Shit, I think I have a good idea.”

        During: “Shit, maybe this isn’t such a great idea.”

        After: “Fuck it, it wasn’t that bad of an idea.”

GG: What colour is your mind?

LR: Purple, probably. A darker shade of it that’s not necessarily sad or gushy from drugs, but not some happy bright purple shit either. 

GG: As an objective reader, Lou aside, how would you describe your writing to someone else?

LR: Sloppy. Maybe funny. Sometimes deep in self-loathing. Sometimes mean. Honest.

GG: Anything you’d like to say to aspiring writers?

LR: Don’t write unless you like your shit. Like, really like it. Like, enough to like it even when other people tell you it’s trash. It can be hard. 

Don’t be shy to show Lou and his recounts of drunken, drugged out nights of sex some love over at his WordPress site.  His style, approach and expressions can certainly offend some readers, but i hope that some of you will see the gold beneath the gross.

As always, thank you for sharing your time with me. 


GG – Words, keep em short!



Yellow has always been such a strange colour for me.  It’s not one I wear often, or think of often. Though certain tones do wring joyous, yellow can also reek of sickness, age,and other things gone off white. Relationships are no exception


vanished missive found
nostalgic chafe lingers yet
critique mourns yellow

© Anthony Gorman 2018

image: Pixabay

Hands In Others’ Gardens Interview Series – A Guy Called Bloke from A Guy Called Bloke and K9 Doodlepip!

Oh Bloke, oh Bloke is wonderful folk.  He’s no stranger to hoisting brows with one of his jokes. A Guy Called Bloke is one of most intriguing and engaging U.K writers on WordPress, today.  This author of  poetry gushes with truth, questioning, complexity of mind,  heart, vulnerability and hurt.  Bloke plows his self-professed flaws, failings with humility, wisdom and charm. He pushes taboos to explore and entertain, not to harm.  Much of his writing clever, intelligent and can bleed occasionally into the uncomfortable and absurd, which writing needs to.  The humour and playfulness of his writing often create an addictive friction with the dark nature of his subject matter.  I’ve found myself laughing at things I wouldn’t normally find funny.

This is the writing sample he chose to share:

Tomorrow is another day….

man on cliff

Last night l watched, yet another beautiful sunset,
Slowly idle into the evenings’ twilight skyline,
And thought of the days’ eventful upsets,
Which l had unwittingly caused for yet another’s time,
Life can be full of unexpected disappointments,
Upsets and discomforts, things to get you down,
Not everything goes the way that was perhaps meant,
Or seen at first, and smiles can turn quickly to frowns,

I mean not to cause undue upset to those around me,
Yet it can happen, and quite often it does,
When without thinking things through properly,
Sadness is abound, and why, well just because,
Freely admit do l, l am no angel, yet nor am l a demon,
Just a simple man at hearts depth, that wants inner peace,
And can only see the light at end tunnel through logic and reason,
Understanding that this may cause upset and emotional release,

Some things are quite simply, not meant to be,
Despite when others think that perhaps, maybe they should,
But in the search for contentment, and to be totally happy,
All l request is that my actions should try to be understood,
That at times, they may be interpreted as false hoods,
Yet l assure those others it is simply not the case,
It is just that l can so easily be misunderstood,
And at times, lack social tact and gentle grace,

My lifestyle is not everyone’s cup of tea,
It is filled with obstacles, oddities and quirks,
That undoubtedly would not make one and all happy,
But my social outclassing and isolation awards me its own perks,
Inner contentment and peace of mind,
Is not easily found, and some sadly never find it true,
Yet l have, and it has taken oh such a long time,
But perhaps, maybe, it is not for everyone, including you,

So we have parted on unfriendly terms, I do so understand,
And my apologies, for l am as sorry as l can be,
But, l am enjoying my life now, as a solitary man,
Even with my way of thinking, quite often viewed as disorderly,
Twilight thoughts lingered with me as l watched the day go,
Thinking of yet another friend lost to time,
And how my numbers do dwindle now ever so,
Because not everyone can understand this complexity, my mind,
Some days simply are not so easy to navigate safely through,
But l know deep down, that tomorrow is another day,
And gloriously filled happier days will soon come to you,
Just not from me, l am sorry to say.


Friendship as a concept l understand, however that is not to say that at times l am confused at the obligations and expectations others have on it and place upon you as their friend. We all lose friendships during our journey to complete our story, sometimes it is sad, sometimes it is necessity and sometimes it is simply not meant to be, and we just have to move on so we can all move forward.

A Guy Called Bloke and K9 Doodlepip!

a man called bloke

Bloke has immeasurable talent and heart and enjoys and appreciates other online as well. Bloke has several interview features of his own and is always interested in engaging with others.  I sent him some questions one night, and he was kind enough to send them back,  Here is what we came up with.

GG: Bloke, thank you for agreeing appease my curiosities. So, what is your typical writing routine?

B:  That’s a good question – l have no specific writing routine if l am honest. All week l think of things to write about, and then take the days’ mood and select from a random pile of post it notes on topics l might like to pen thoughts to.

I run a lot of series, and try and provide an eclectic entertaining mix of topics for each day. So with the series, l am never out of thoughts. I go through fits and starts of whether l pen poetry or not. Currently l am mostly writing long story, which is where my head is at.

GG: Where do you draw inspiration from?

B: It’s my life, by all accounts l have led a varied lifestyle so have many memories. I tried writing on topic things of that day, but cannot always attain that, so instead tilt back into my yesterdays. I am lucky that l am not having to scratch around for things to write about.  My mind is a hotbed of stimulation and constant thoughts, sometimes the hardest part is pinning my mind into just one area of thought.

GG: Are there any themes you find difficult to read or write about?

B: This is actually a good question Anthony. I don’t have a problem writing about anything as l don’t play by the rules of taboo and supposedly attached stigmas, however l DO have to be very careful to not offend anyone’s sensitivities in certain topics. As an example, you have seen some of my work that is somewhat bawdy or sexual on a comedy basis, and l must try and take into consideration, that just because it doesn’t affect me, is there someone it might cause offence to? So l tend to allow other bloggers to review some of the works and garner their opinions first.

GG: What have your experiences been with writer’s block and outsmarting it?

B: I have experienced it, however l find that if l was writing purely in one genre l would suffer it more, hence why my blog is an eclectic mix of many topics. Stimulating my mind actively all the time is how l outsmart writers’ block.

GG: Which writers or artists have inspired and currently inspire you?

B: It’s strange someone asked me recently if l had any heroes as a kid, and l honestly can say l have never held one specific personality in any light of righteousness as we have so much diversity in for example acting, or sports or industry and l tend to treat writers in the same way. I read a lot of literature every year and across a very broad spectrum and so happen to see many differing styles and thoughts and escapes into another’s world.  I have never aspired to write like another, preferring only to inspire myself to improve upon what l do.

In WordPress as an example we are spoiled rotten by a glut of fabulous and richly entertaining writers, who cover many topics in a host of differing writing styles and that as a global style is quite aspiring in itself.

GG: Would you be willing to share one of your hidden talents, Bloke?

B: I can smell numbers and see words from colour.

GG: If you could be a fly on a wall anywhere in the history of the world, where would you land?

B: Good question, l have no idea at all. Perhaps, rather controversially l would have liked to have been on the cave wall at the beginning of time and tried to see the reasoning behind certain provocative thoughts and ideas on how the world should begin.

GG: Which film have you seen the most times?

B: When l was younger, l was equally as much as a film buff as l am now, although as l have aged, that dedicated focus has waned slightly, but l think the film l saw the most was Excalibur 1981and l was 18 when it came out, however l was working in a Civic Hall and was the assistant manager there and we had a cinema attached to the building, and l saw the film 17 times there in1982. The film simply captivated me. Over the years, l had it in video form and even now have it on DVD. Since 1982, l have watched the film a total of 31 times. So for a film from 1982 – 2017 49 times. Hell, in fact l might watch it now! Making that 50!

The soundtrack was awesome!  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T6kellint2M

GG: Would you mind sharing something you take pride in?

B: It has oft been said l don’t have any pride – however l do, and that is making the right decisions, even if at times they are wrong for other people.

GG: Describe your writing style in a creative way. 

B: I like to write eclectically, l like to entertain and make people smile or nod their heads in resonation or relatability or just simply enjoy the fact that our world is way too serious and at times we all need a laugh even if it is at their own expense. None of us perfect, there is no such thing as the perfect human. So if anything, l write happily about my imperfections, my flaws, my reality.

GG: Any advice for new writers?

B: Do, what you love, do it to death , raise from the dead and do it again – always be B:, and always believe in what you are writing about.

I am a fan of Bloke’s poems and his courage in hanging himself out to dry.  He is a brave, kind and very imaginative person.  You should really check out his site, it’s fascinating.  I did not include author’s real name in this post because I wasn’t able to receive permission before the time of the post.

Thanks for hanging in with me and my “no bells and whistles” interviews, folks.