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Thursday, January 12, 2017

your place is better than mine

Editor’s note: This poem was found carved with an as-yet unidentified sharp utensil in the bathroom stall of the storied and now defunct dive bar Power House in Hollywood, California. The linguistic professors Zachary Slidebourne and Xena Lysteria of UC-Berkley and Chapman, respectively, have fed the lines that follow through algorithmic analysis and determined, again respectively, a 71.777 percent likelihood that they were penned by the late Merle Haggard and a 63.321 percent likelihood that they were, improbably, drafted as a collaboration between the late Poet Laureate Reed Whittemore and a vomitous Juliette Lewis.

i looked away and forgot how you looked.
that last drink dimmed down my eyes.
brunette, i think, nose a little crooked?
that you ordering two straight-up ryes?

got your name twice but forgot where i put it.
i remember your degree in design.
when the bill comes i hope you foot it.
i already overdrafted mine.

i remember your brown suede jacket
‘cause you leaned it on my arm.
and that look you gave me made a racket.
i must remind you of someone with charm.

outside i’ll bum two smokes for us
while you hunt down a lighter
from a handsome guy who makes me jealous.
the fuck you doing with this underemployed writer?

i’ll wait for you to call the uber.
my b.a.c.’s higher than my checking.
while you hail the car i pick a goober.
in the backseat we finally start necking.

with my eyes closed, i forget your face,
your name, your voice, your height,
the bar, the car, my life, god’s grace.
just your skin, your mouth, your bite.

you’re a ghost in my arms i’ll never know
but your aura is slipping into mine.
and i’m glad you told the driver where to go
‘cause i’m sure your place is better than mine.

Wednesday, January 11, 2017

Aaannnd We're Back!

Hi! So it's been about four years but I think it's time to bring back the World Wide Dirt blog. I'm still going to post and share from the somewhat more professional, sexier but I think it's time to get back to my roots.

More poetry, more crazy shit all the time, more fun.

There was a time when we did a lot of stuff on this blog and I think it's time to get back at that. So if anyone feels like sharing anything send me an email at - and we can make that happen.

Friday Jan 27th
You're Doing What I Should Have Done - release show
Voyageur Books - 7 PM

I already got that feeling,

Monday, January 21, 2013

Hola Frankie Latina! Hola Snap Shot!

photo credit mark escribano --- Danny Trejo and Phil Parmet

Wow! Hello Dirt Nation! It's been a minute since I got at you. Welcome to a new age of World Wide Dirt. To kick it all off I took a minute to talk to director Frankie Latina about his new feature length film Snap Shot. Here's what he had to say.

WWD: Hi Frankie! How you been? what have you been up to? How's Milwaukee treating you?

FL: I have been squirreling away doing research in my apartment reading, writing and listening to records for inspiration for my new feature.

WWD: Your first film Modus Operandi was picked up for distribution. How are things going with that?

FL: Roger Ebert's review really helped get the word out to cinefiles in search of a underground arthouse gem. Modus Operandi was distributed by Kino Lorber and is now available on Amazon, Netflix and Redbox everyone one involved with the film couldnt be happier with the success of a super 8mm feature.

WWD: For those unfamiliar with Modus Operandi it's full of twists and turns and beautiful naked women and great cameos and skydiving and helicopters. What kind of surprises do you have in store for your new film?

FL: Snap Shot stars Danny Trejo (Machete), Kumar Pallana (The Royal Tenenbaums), Mark Borchardt (Cabin Fever), Michael Sottile (Reservoir Dogs), Cookie Johnson (Modus Operandi) and Harvey Scales (The O'Jays). The film is about an unsuspecting fashion photographer who discovers a 35mm roll of film revealing the murder of a young woman. When curiosity gets the better of him he decides to carry out his own investigation and begins to unravel the pieces to a violent and perverse underground.

WWD: So, we're in the pre-production stage of Snap Shot. What needs to be done before you can start rolling on your newest opus?

FL: Producer John W. Stech is returning to my second feature to provide financing along with a Kickstarter campaign we are launching early February.

WWD: Thanks for stopping by Frankie. Is there anything you'd like to say to all the fans out there?

FL: What can you expect when you're on top? You know? It's like Napoleon. When he was the king, you know, people were just constantly trying to conquer him, you know, in the Roman Empire. So, it's history repeating itself all over again.

WWD: There you have it folks, Roger Ebert, Danny Trejo and Napoleon, all in one interview.


Tuesday, December 18, 2012


I wanted to write something earlier but I didn’t know exactly what to say. It’s difficult sometimes to find the right words. 

I’ll say thank you, of course, to everyone who has worked on Heavy Hands over the past three and a half years. The thank you section in the film doesn’t do justice to how much I owe. 

The opportunities I was afforded, the talent I worked with and the time I was given, were in some way or another, gifted to me through the hard work and kindness of others.

So I want to thank everyone for their support, their honesty and belief that I could bring this story to life.

I’m not writing this as an end to anything. I’m writing to say thank you for bringing me this far. I’m writing to say I’ll do my best to make you proud.

Thanks for the love – even when I’m crazy.
Sean Williamson

Next Heavy Hands screening UW-Whitewater February 10, 2013

Monday, August 20, 2012

Be True To The Future Oh Lord

Hi, it's me everyone.

I'm in madison for the week doing some final work on Heavy Hands.

Making movies take forever - everything takes forever.

So I'm bringing that home, my band Hot Coffin is mixing our debut album "Law" right now, I'm shooting our music video and embarking on a new and challenging serial/film/show/short/project/entity called "Witchcraft"

I've been working on it for a while now and am in the early stages of it's creation.

I was thinking that after this movie was done, I would take a break and try to be a normal person and get a house and buy some new shoes and just concentrate on being human for a while.

Well fuck it, I'm going to do the opposite.

I'm going to make something more daring, dangerous or ambitious that I ever thought.

Keep an eye out for Hot Coffin's "Law"

Keep an eye out for "Heavy Hands" - coming to a theater near you.

Keep an eye out for "Witchcraft" coming soon to everywhere.

Also still distributing kickstarter rewards. wacka wacka.

Monday, July 9, 2012

Holy Hell

Hi! It's been a minute.

Both me and Parker have been vewy vewy busy, what with him abandoning us all and setting out for the great American west and me finishing my first feature film - Things have been stressful to say the least.

That said, our stresses, and most everyone I know stresses are white problems at best.

Sure replacing the tires on your car is a bummer but it's not a bummer like starving, living amongst civil war or having a fucking bomb dropped on your family home without warning.

Our problems, our worries, are as manufactured and fabricated as the stories we write about ghosts and monsters or threesomes that never were.

I just want it to be clear that I know this, that no matter how bad things get, I can still go to my parents house and eat their string cheese and drink their diet coke.

I'm not alone and neither are you. Not as long as World Wide Dirt is around. No siree.

Well I immediately got off track. I have Heavy Hands shirts for kickstarter customers being made right now.

Check out the store my soon to be brother in law is running, they are printing the shirts.

cool shirts, cool dudes

The Shop WI

Also, there is an awesome event tomorrow night being thrown at:
Sweet Water Organics in Bayview 7 PM

Dawn Of The Universe
Shadow Puppets
and More

tons of cool stuff.

Throw them 5 dollars.

Come to this, get some shirts, be real, get real, fall in love, get in a fistfight, puke a bunch, eat some wings, eat some tofu, write a letter, make a postcard, watch a movie, drink beers in a movie theater, go on a drive, slap some asses (consensual), buy some shoes, steal some shoes, live hard, die free, decompose, re-incarnate.

Sean Williamson

Thursday, May 17, 2012

East Bluff Shell

A man met a woman at a convention. She wasn't there for the convention. They met and locked eyes and knew each other. He walked to her. "You are something else," he said. It turned out they lived in the same building on the other side of the country. They were together for a long time. Years later, they went on a trip together. She had a fever for a few days and decided to go home early. The fever had chewed up her heart and she died in her sleep on the plane home.

She went in and out of his life with the most grace I've ever heard of. She blinked away without warning and no violence. She got sick and then she died.

There's a poetry to chance. Kismet. I don't believe in God but there's a point where chance almost touches the world of magic. I don't believe in God, but I believe in poetry. I don't believe that poetry is only in our perception. The world has its own poetry. Not for us, for itself. Not space and stars or trees and wind, the universe itself. Something is to the universe what poetry is for us.

- On a walk from East Bluff Shell, down Farwell to Brady, Brady to the closed Italian grocery store, then back to Arlington until Arlington meets Franklin and then back to my apartment, during which time I thought of a girl I once knew and how she kicked in a car that belonged to her ex-boyfriend and then I realized that I actually slept with her recently and funny that that's the same girl, because the two memories are miles apart in my head. And after this train of thought that I tried to dictate as closely as I could, I was thinking as I walked past the last few houses on my block before my apartment and as I climbed my steps that I don't walk so often now that I run a lot and how the two things are not the same, that you get thoughts from walking you don't get other times.