My name is Marcus Slease. Some people say sleeze. I am used to that. But really it is s+lease. Like leasing a car and adding an s. I was born in Portadown, N. Ireland. I went to England at age 7 to escape the troubles in N. Ireland. We lived in a homeless shelter for a while in London. Then we lived on a council estate in Milton Keynes. Then we escaped to America under the reign of Thatcher. We moved into a trailer park in Vallejo, CA. We became Mormon. We moved to Las Vegas. I went to high school. I graduated. I went on a Mormon mission. I left the Mormon church halfway through my mission. I came home to a small town in Utah. I had to run away from Utah. I got married. I was 20 and she was 19. I was looking for someplace like Ireland but in America. My newly minted wife and I ran to the northwest. The northwest was green and had rain. I became a hippy. My wife did not. I smoked very good weed. My wife did not. We went to Joe's farm. Joe's farm was organic. I went to graduate school and studied literature. I wrote. I published. It was too rainy. I wanted more oak trees. My wife and I ran away to North Carolina. I was looking for someplace like Ireland but in America. North Carolina had music from N. Ireland. From a long time ago. The people that came a long time were called Ulster Scots. My wife and I listened to the old time music. We discovered whiskey. And rocking chairs. We both spoke more slowly. We liked speaking slowly. We ate ribs. We liked ribs. I grew a very big beard. My wife did not. I got a handcrafted Danish pipe in an attempt to stop smoking cigarettes and smell better. My wife did not. I smoked the pipe. I liked the pipe. But I have smoking fetish. Smoking turns me on. I smoked cigarettes too. My wife got a handcrafted flask with her name on it. She loved whiskey. I did an MFA. The MFA was mainly about community and time to write. There was an amazing community and time to write in Greensboro, North Carolina. I got $55,000 in debt after eight years of studying literature in uni. I come from a working class background. I did lots and lots of writing during my MFA without having to worry too much about food because I had loans. I didn't want a big house. My wife wanted a different life. My wife wanted children and a real house. My wife wanted a home. We respected and loved each other. We got divorced.
I travelled the world for seven years. I boiled my life down to 15 kilos.
Now I live in London and teach English as a foreign language.
Writing is a way to survive. Psychologically. I write to wake up. I want to wake up. It is impossible but it is beautiful too.
I have published 7 chapbooks of poetry and one chapbook/novella.
My poetry is in love with NY School poets like Eileen Myles and Bernadette Mayer. Most of my favourite poets are coming out of the NY School of Poetry. Oh yeah!!!
The novella is a fairy tale/ myth. It is called The House of Zabka. It's set in Zakopane (Poland) with gorale and Carrie and elves. It's not really sci fi though. If it's sci fi it's sci fi like Vonnegut. I like Vonnegut. But it's not really Vonnegut. It's a novella/chapbook. The House of Zabka is a postmodern fairy tale. It's out from Deathless Press. The book is beautifully hand made by the loving people at Deathless.
My latest book of poetry is out from Poor Claudia. It is called MU (Dream) SO (Window). It is loosely based on experiences living in Seoul South Korea in 2006.
I am working on a novel/memoir called Dream Window. Travel stories but not typical travel stories. They are a bit like Richard Brautigan travel stories. Stories from the memoir/novel have been published in Monkeybicycle, Word Riot, Fuck Fiction and other places.
reading Grzegorz Wroblewski’s poems with some music. Still figuring out some basic technology of making music/sounds etc. Fun stuff. Love Grzegorz Wroblewski!!!