“Your diet isn’t only what you eat; it’s what you watch, what you read, what you listen to. And so I’m mindful of what I ingest.”
Saul Williams is a poet.
In hip-hop, nobody sounds like him. And there’s a reason for this.
Tag Archives: Philosophy
Sweetwaters!
I sing that song!
That old song!
The dirty shoulders, the styrofoam
The great murky black
Uncreamed unsugared
I could write with it
Write the world with it
Right the world with it!
And I will scribble a song sugar sweet and syrupy
I will eat them all
Jelly filled
Cream filled
Joy filled!
The freeway!
The freeways where asylum can be found!
Oh Kalamazoo!
Sins of dirty dishwater
Can be made clean by fried sugar
That is the American night, Jack Kerouac!
We will read our Carl Sandburg until we are sick
Then we will sleep
Unless we are at Fourth Coast
And a man named Vahan is there.
My head will never be right
Because there are too many words stuffed in.
That is alright.
That is all right.
Down, Down, Down in Kalamazoo
Written in the basement of the Kalamazoo Public Library
9 miles left of freeway
I’ve not a drop to spare
By muscle or by piston
I’ll sure as shit get there!
Paid up all my bills
Squared the deeds, made my will
I’m goin’ down, down, down
To Kalamazoo
Down down town to Kalamazoo
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Angels and Night Gaunts
I am in a H.P. Lovecraft book club.
We meet every Sunday we can, when I should be in church.
Thank You Very Much Champaign, Illinois…
Lady of the Evenin’, or Mistress of the Night
I can’t decide to run and hide
Now or never, fight or flight
She’s wearing black and cape that’s wide
A shroud of shining steel
She might burn you with cigarettes
But I guess that’s the appeal…
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Regret and Titanic
I can safely assume that everyone who is reading this has seen, or at least heard of, Titanic.
Though I did not manage to see it in the theater, I did to see it when it came out on DVD. There were friends of mine that had seen it many times, but to be honest, I can’t remember liking it or disliking it much when I saw it. Beyond the catastrophe scenes, and the scene where Jack draws Rose naked, I can’t remember much of it.
You Are Not a Superhero
As a kid I loved comic books. Superhero books were my stock and trade. I had the whole nine yards: Iron Man, Spider Man, and a smattering of weird heroes I can barely remember.
Recently, I dug my long boxes out of my parent’s basement. I’ve been out of there for awhile, but I never brought them with me. I was flipping through them and one book in particular caught my eye: a Green Lantern / Green Arrow crossover.
