I moved to Missoula in 2000 to finish my “higher” learning. I wrapped that up in 2003 with an undergraduate nod for English Literature/Creative Writing. Like any self-respecting college graduate might do with a pricey education, I spent the next several years making sandwiches at a local snack-shop.
Currently I work at a local non-profit and write poems when the kids are asleep. I’m a political radical of sorts and total poetry nerd building an extensive library of actual, tangible books.
I detest US imperialism, our two-party political system, fiat funny money, cannabis prohibition, targeted assassinations, corporate media, and the neoliberal consensus of western elites in the scramble to control dwindling natural resources.
follow me on twitter if you like, @madpoet19.
Peace,
William Skink
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December 4, 2010 at 3:46 pm
What happened to you essay on Wikileaks. It just disappeared.
December 4, 2010 at 3:49 pm
when i log in i still see it, but when i checked the front page without being logged in, it’s gone. i have no idea why.
December 4, 2010 at 3:52 pm
When I click the link on the “Montana Blogwire” at LitW, it still comes up.
March 26, 2011 at 2:31 pm
thanks
for the poem,
lizard
and simon
ortiz and red,
the sun rising
over sentinel,
now warm
on my back,
as i watch
the deer grazing
new shoots on
the mountainside
among ghosts
of indians
mystified
by the clatter
and movement
below,
just another day
breaking
in this crummy
little town,
this potholed
grid of wheels
almost off the grid,
spreading out
like racks and trays,
of white bread
rising, ready
for the ovens
and the tables
of our crummy little
town, this place,
this old lake
bed, missoula,
our home—
where bitterroots
once flourished
and buffalo roamed—
hardly a piece
of fry bread
to be found.
March 26, 2011 at 5:28 pm
thank you thank you, mark. was wondering if you knew Bernice’s Bakery now does a monthly poetry thing every third thursday. hope to see you there.
March 27, 2011 at 4:35 pm
I’ll write that down and check it out one of these Thursdays. Also, I’m glad you spoke out about Marijuana use. I’ve avoided speaking out because I spend so many hours in the schools and didn’t want to jepordize that by ranting in the letters to the editor or in other “public” forums. But the whole issue is ludicrious. The fact of the matter is everybody who wants to buy marijuana buys it, no fucking problem, so why not regulate it, tax it and quit the wasteful expense of criminalizing it. People talk about this like it’s some kind of new idea or untested experimentation. This country has been recreationally stoned for forty years. I get so tired listening to the same old arguments. My dad told me a story about a Mexican skinner that handled a wagon team raking hay in the Big Hole in the early thirties. He was a high school kid who wrangled and assisted this old guy hauling hay to the beaverslides. One morning this old guy (who was probably in his 40s or 50s) wouldn’t come out of the bunkhouse. Everybody figured he was sick (and he was . . . sick of work). The boss had to drive into Dillon and get this guy some marijuana. The next day the Mexican skinner was back on the job, handling his team and getting the job done with a smile on his face again. Cut the posturing. Cut the bullshit. Live and let live. Mind your own fucking business . . . and why not take a piece of the action to help fill the potholes. I’m not goin to get started, but I appreciate you blackbirds, all 4 & 20 of you. write on.
November 3, 2011 at 2:52 pm
Thank you, lizard for your blazing insight and for your input into my muse. Your advice is well received.