“Forklift” by Pavement


“Forklift” isn’t my favorite Pavement song; that would be “Perfect Depth” (Demolition Plot, 1990), or “From Now On” (Perfect Sounds Forever, 1991), or “Box Elder” (Slay Tracks (1933-1969),1989). Nevertheless, legend has it that when Eric Appleby and I were trying to come up with a name for a journal we were starting back in 1994, one of us blurted out “forklift.” This led to a conversation about the Pavement song, with its first-person narrator/forklift operator defiantly stomping around, doing an honest—if awkward—day’s (aural) work. Forklift. Forklift. Forklift. Fork… Soon thereafter, we packed our bags and moved to southeastern Ohio, where we founded a town on principles meticulously derived from our studies of poetry, cooking, and light industrial safety. 21 years later, the journal (and now, Forklift Books!) is documentation and definitive proof that communal weirdness and joyful exuberance (along with a little serendipity and four feet on the pavement) can lead to a sustainable and radiant future.

Matt Hart

IMG_1052Matt Hart is the author of five books of poetry, most recently Sermons and Lectures Both Blank and Relentless (Typecast, 2012) and Debacle Debacle (H_NGM_N Books, 2013). A co-founder and the editor-in-chief of Forklift, Ohio: A Journal of Poetry, Cooking & Light Industrial Safety, he lives in Cincinnati where he teaches at the Art Academy of Cincinnati and plays in the band TRAVEL.

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