by William Skink
Tomorrow I’ll be writing up a profile on the SECOND venue to deny me a location to show a little film I’ve been working on. Until then, a poem:
take me to the Roxy fill my stein with Coke or Pepsi, I don't care the whole thing is a joke conveying this in theater is not an easy task with cowards selling popcorn and mics that could be tapped why such a tizzy when we scratch and sniff their TIF? motherfuckers, please it's such an easy lift ugly metal sculpture dogs and dumb reflection parks with daytime zombie fix hounds coughing up their sparks Talbot CIA and merry I am Rhodes from the very get-go shooting off their loads it's all right there, serfs if you care to see beyond the learned helplessness that wafts from their degrees and I don't mean the temperature of their crisis play but paper-thin credentials they spell-cast to evade a coming realignment away from their control when we show up to dismantle their committee of the whole
Is this the Engen film I’ve been hearing about?
Yep.
You’re a bitter young man. Maybe when you hit my age, you’ll realize that life isn’t always fair, that not everyone sees things the way you do and you can’t always get what you want. BTW, I’m at my father’s bedside right now in St. Pat’s ICU. He has a few hours left, I believe, but at 91, he has led a good, full life and been a great father. Perhaps you won’t need to take pot shots at him anymore in your posts.
I’m glad you get to share final moments. Sean Stevenson’s family didn’t get that opportunity before he was euthanized.
Pete, have you considered doing guest posts to get your word out? I’m sure Martin Kidston over at Missoula Current would love to have you as a weekly columnist. I can’t speak for Travis, but I’d be fine with you posting a weekly article on my site. You have good opinions that many Montanans would love to hear. There are so few voices out there these days. We could use your perspective, Pete…even if we don’t agree with it.
“…with cowards selling popcorn
and mics that could be tapped…”
Uh-huh.
A venue turned down a proposed showing, so trashing the workers is sweet revenge?