Christopher Conlon has a very illuminating blog entry on his forthcoming poetry collection Starkweather Dreams.   To paraphrase, he walks readers through his motivations on why he choose write about Caril Fugate and Charlie Starkweather.  I find this of interest, partly because I’ve recently completed two books of poetry on serial killers myself, and I’ve been often wondering how to defend the choices that lead to both books.   It’s this: when you’re writing about pyschopathic behavior, it’s never the act of killing itself one tries to understand, it’s the either the lives of the people involved — less a celebration, and more of a will to comprehend.   Again, this is why Conlon’s rationale is fascinating.  Oh, he he’s offering sample poems from the book.