Katherine Dimma, 45

W 57th St between Broadway and Eighth Ave



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Katherine Dimma, 45, W 57th St between Broadway and Eighth Ave

Katherine Dimma, 45, W 57th St between Broadway and Eighth Ave Photograph: Jay Muhlin

"This coat is a fake, obviously. I got it for $20 at Beacon's Closet. I'm into mixing vintage and new stuff. The red lipstick is my trademark."

Photograph: Jay Muhlin

What do you do? I'm a poet.

Isn't that an impossible way to make a living? It is. I don't make any money from poetry. At all.

So how do you pay the bills? I got really lucky. I bought an apartment on Christopher Street in 1991 and sold it two years ago. It had appreciated quite a bit.

Where'd you move? To Williamsburg.

Ah, the center of all poetic inspiration. [Laughs] I avoid walking down Bedford quite assiduously.

What state of mind do you need to be in to write poetry? Well, I need quiet and some sort of internal conflict—trouble. Actually, I think trouble tends to find me.

We just did. And on my way to therapy, no less!

Doesn't therapy subdue the angst that helps you write? It does. But at this point, I feel like I have enough trouble to write about for the rest of my life, thank you very much.

What's your favorite poem? "The Second Coming" by Yeats. It's about lost faith and dark forces, which aren't exactly named. A godless universe that evil is upon.

Sounds like Republican propaganda. [Laughs] I have such faith that the Democrats are gonna pull it off. I'm very pro-Hillary.

Even the creepy robot laugh? It doesn't bother me! I think underneath the political persona there's a person with a lot of idealism who wants to make things better. But let the best candidate win, you know?

—Kate Lowenstein

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