But oh how wrong I was! Whitewolf is actually a real-life word sorcerer/warlock/dragon, because anyone who can reference and rhyme “govern-cunt” with anything is flipping brilliant and has gained my everlasting admiration. Seriously though, Whitewolf be spitting some hot poetry fire and you all should check out more of his many titles, which include some non-poetry, too. You can also find out more about Mr. Whitewolf on Goodreads or on his website (not the gay porn star — see below).
IR: When did you start writing poetry?
HW: From an early age – I remember writing love poetry to a girl in my class when I was about six or seven. It worked as well – she became my first girlfriend. These days my poetry doesn’t seem to help me get the girls though.
I started writing poetry seriously and prolifically when I was about twenty, although the majority of those poems were your typical teen angsty stuff. It wasn’t really until my thirties that I found my own distinctive way of writing.
IR: Who is your favorite poet & author?
HW: Hm, I find it really difficult to answer ‘who’s your favourite’ questions (be it authors, films, bands etc.) – there are always so many. But for favourite poets, William Blake and Allen Ginsberg both probably had the biggest impact on me – in completely different ways. I guess Blake spoke to my soul whereas Ginsberg was more about the way he crafted his words.
Other top ones would include: punk poets John Cooper Clarke and Attila The Stockbroker, Jim Morrison, Gil Scott-Heron, Charles Baudelaire, John Milton, Dylan Thomas, Sylvia Plath, Patrick Jones (brother of Manic Street Preachers’ Nicky Wire – for any Manics fans!), and Ian Dury’s lyrics.
I’m also chuffed that I’m still finding brilliant modern poets out there, like J. A. Carter-Winward, Andy Carrington, Raegan Butcher, Mat Kondo and Casey Renee Kiser.
Favourite authors include George Orwell, Luke Rhinehart, Sue Townsend, Irvine Welsh, Richard Bach, Douglas Adams…
IR: Is there a documentary or book that really changed the way you thought about something?
HW: Well, if I’m honest in my answer, people will call me a crazy conspiracy theorist, but then I’m used to that – It would be the books of David Icke, starting with The Robots’ Rebellion, which first introduced me to the worlds of corrupt politics, secret societies, ancient and contemporary conspiracies and spiritual conspiracies too. Check out my book Matrix Visions to see how far down the rabbit hole I go!
IR: What phase did you go through that makes you cringe?
HW: My life’s one long phase of cringey moments.
IR: What is your favorite & least favorite word?
HW: I don’t know how to pick a favourite word any more than I can pick a favourite author, but I’ve always liked what is often cited as the most beautiful compound, purely for how the words sound: ‘cellar door’.
My least favourite word would be the American spelling of: ‘favorite’.
IR: What is the weirdest scar you have and how did you get it?
HW: That would be the one I got from the time I wrestled that croc in the Australian outback… Or am I getting that mixed up with Crocodile Dundee?
IR: Do you believe in ghosts?
HW: Well I’ve seen one, so the answer to that would be yes. I was in my room in student halls one evening, when a small boy suddenly appeared. I’d like to say I remained calm and cool, but I was so freaked out that I ran down to my friend’s house and woke her up; and she’s never forgiven me for scaring her. What ghosts actually are is another matter – we shouldn’t be so quick to explain such phenomena as ghosts being dead people; or people encountering ‘aliens’ meaning those beings are from other planets etc.
I’ve encountered loads of strange phenomena over the years – street lights turning off when I walk under them, seeing orbs, a tissue manifested mid-air in my lounge etc.
IR: If you were a stripper, what would your stage name be?
HW: Hunky Harry Spunk-Wolf.
Which reminds me: a couple of online friends have told me they’ve tried to find me on Facebook (which I’m not on) and ended up friending a gay porn star called Harry White Wolf.
IR: If you were a wrestler, what would your stage name be?
HW: Harry Wimp-Wolf or Harry The Hulk, depending on whether I was reflecting honesty or wishful thinking.
IR: What turns your rage meter up to 99.9%?
HW: If it has to do with any form of injustice, bigotry, austerity, and the like, my rage metre is way beyond 100%. (Examples of which can be found in my poetry!)
IR: What’s the most pathetic thing you’ve ever eaten?
HW: A Big Mac. (Fuck McDonald’s.)
IR: What’s the worst book or movie you’ve ever read/watched?
HW: There are very few books I start that I don’t finish, but there was a Clive Cussler book I remember I didn’t get very far into at all. Maybe I’d have liked it as a kid, but as an adult, reading about a character called Dirk Pitt, with descriptions like: “Dirk noticed that she was five foot four and aged about thirty six,” made me feel like I was reading some school kid’s homework assignment.
IR: Name something on your bucket list.
HW: To implement banning the expression: bucket list.
IR: Where’s the strangest place you’ve ever been?
HW: For ‘strangest’ as in ‘oddest’, it would have to be the Quebec town of Trois-Riviѐres in Canada. Sorry to any folks that are from there, as it is a lovely looking place, but me and my then girlfriend’s experience was that it felt like we’d just stepped into Royston Vasey via Twin Peaks. Eerily silent, eyes all on us, strange and nervous conversations in the shadows, people walking cats on leads and no children to be seen. We thought we were about to embark on the storyline of Race with the Devil or The Wicker Man and got out of there sharpish. We nicknamed it Trois Rivi-Eerie.
Milton Keynes is pretty strange too.