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, said the shotgun to the head.
, said the shotgun to the head.
, said the shotgun to the head.
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, said the shotgun to the head.

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The greatest Americans

Have not been born yet

They are waiting quietly

For their past to die

please give blood

Here is the account of a man so ravished by a kiss that it distorts his highest and lowest frequencies of understanding into an Incongruent mean of babble and brilliance...
LanguageEnglish
PublisherMTV Books
Release dateNov 24, 2009
ISBN9781439184561
, said the shotgun to the head.
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Saul Williams

Saul Williams is an acclaimed poet, musician, and actor. The film Slam, which he cowrote and starred in, won the Grand Jury Prize at the Sundance Film Festival (1998), and the Camera d’Or at the Cannes Film Festival. He has contributed to The New York Times, voiced Jean-Michel Basquiat in Downtown 81, and cut records with Rick Rubin and Trent Reznor. He has spoken at more than 200 universities where his poetry has been added to the curriculum of dozens of creative writing programs, and has taught poetry/performance workshops around the world. He recently starred in the Broadway musical Holler If Ya Hear Me. His books include S/HE, ,said the shotgun to the head., and The Dead Emcee Scrolls. He lives in New York. Visit his website at SaulWilliams.com.

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  • Rating: 4 out of 5 stars
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    diction out the wazoo bitch this writing was stunning and so vivid
  • Rating: 5 out of 5 stars
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    Saul Williams' second volume of poetry is a tidal wave of visual verse that turns words to ciphers and breathes life into symbols. A declaration of independent from the phallic tomb. A revolution to move ALL-kind back into the cosmic womb so they can be re-born. Arresting and refreshing.

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    While I really enjoy some of Saul Williams' poetry and have especially enjoyed watching some of him perform (yes, perform, not recite) some of his poetry in the past, this particular book was, to be blunt, utter dribble. It is packed full of feminist, anti-Christian garbage all written with a condescending, smarter-than-thou tone and all equally based upon an ignorant understanding of the world and an apparent complete lack of knowledge of either the history and dynamics of Western culture or of Christianity. And, to boot, it's a terrible excuse for "poetry." Avoid this one like a steaming pile in a cow pen.

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, said the shotgun to the head. - Saul Williams

INTRODUCTION

Have you ever been kissed by God? Passionately (tongue, lips, etc.)? Or are you one who simply condemns God to the realm of the invisible? When do you feel most comfortable? When do you feel most loved? Perhaps it is in the warm embrace of your lover or in the assuring touch of your mother. Perhaps, like me, you have likened this person to God in your life and realized that God was loving you through them. Or maybe you don’t believe in God. Cool. Here’s a simpler question: Have you ever lost yourself in a kiss? I mean pure psychedelic inebriation. Not just lustful petting but transcendental metamorphosis when you became aware that the greatness of this being was breathing into you. Licking the sides and corners of your mouth, like sealing a thousand fleshy envelopes filled with the essence of your passionate being and then opened by the same mouth and delivered back to you, over and over again—the first kiss of the rest of your life. A kiss that confirms that the universe is aligned, that the world’s greatest resource is love, and maybe even that God is a woman. With or without a belief in God, all kisses are metaphors decipherable by allocations of time, circumstance, and

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