 William James
once shot his sister in the back of the head with a BB gun; she retaliated immediately with a rake to the back of his skull. Both of them still bear the markings of this misadventure years later. This has nothing to do with poetry whatsoever, except for perhaps explaining the reason why he tends to speak in poems even when he tries not to.
A member of the Steel City Poetry Slam in Pittsburgh PA, as well as the underground music community, William mixes the ferocity and sledgehammer subtlety of punk rock with the refined art of the literary world. Whether it's
with a snarl, or a grin, he is dedicated to bringing as much passion, sincerity, and intensity to his craft as a mere mortal can.
He is a fan of typewriters, coffee, and all cats.
WHAT PEOPLE ARE SAYING ABOUT WILLIAM JAMES: "..a gritty young writer with a great big punk rock heart and blood n' guts all over everything he writes...definitely one of the up and coming performance poetry names I keep an eye out for."
– Jared Paul of Prayers For Atheists
"William James is what I read when I need help not giving up. Each word he writes is another reason to fight. The world can be a dark and unforgiving place, William knows that, but he also knows how to knock some life back into it when all is almost lost."
– Sam Teitel, author, SURVIVE, SURVIVE, SURVIVE
"...the only poet that has given me chills head to toe from the beginning all the way to the end. His words are filled with passion like you wouldn't believe."
– Brian Morgante, Deadhorse |
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