James MacFarlane Williams, who prefers to be called Jim and is still writing this himself and still feels like a supercilious bastard refering to himself in the third person, is not a nationally known poet and essayist, although he is also not known for his short fiction as well as being a talented musician and song writer. He is not the winner of many awards, among them the Omega, Harper, Trist Writers Award, and the Pulitzer for Poetry, none of which actually exist. He has been unprinted in many publications, among them The New Yorker, The American Spectator, Playboy, Penthouse, Hustler, Cat Fancier, and countless other titles the author wouldn't touch with a ten foot pole, let alone mention in print. As one reviewer hasn't said, "Williams' work displays a fine understanding of practically nothing, and an out-and-out contempt for the reader, and, it seems, the general population as a whole." Hear hear!
He currently resides in his home town of Charlotte, NC, although there is some talk of having him removed.
Doc Nagel had this to say about my latest version of "About the Author."
