Said the Shotgun to the Head
A Poem by Saul Williams
An excerpt...
As of this day, we shall witness the uprise of the downfall and
the ascendance of the strong wills of those of whom we are descendants.
The long overdue wakening of the sleeping giant whose snoring we
have taken as music, whose dreamy mutterings we have taken for divine
utterance. TODAY the umbilical is cut, along with the noose and
the tie. The foreshadowing takes center stage. The crippled man
walks. On this day, the drunks vomit in unison, 'though, last night,
they drank from different cups.
TODAY all of the theme songs unite! The Dancehall Queens all stand
glancing over their shoulders, down at their bouncing rumps and
then up at you saying,"well, what are you waiting for?".
A priest proposes to a nun. They elope to Vegas and live happily
ever after (They are the proud parents of 5 bouncing baby Buddhists).
And did you hears the news about the soldiers?!!
Chemical warfare is suspected as they all put down their weapons
and start making out with each other and journalists, and photographers,
and even the enemy! The CNN correspondent keeps the camera above
her neck and keeps squirming and giggling while she gave her report.
And all of the grandmothers were appalled. While their husbands
found the energy to dig up their old uniforms and defy the gravity
with which age deforms.
Yes, this is a special day. The perfect day to creep into a closet
and speak bluntly to a dead relative or friend. Or, even, as our
native friends say, 'Today is a good day to die.' But don't take
that wrongly! Cough up those pills! Remove that razor from your
wrist! Don't jump!! Please, Mr. Brown, come back into the window.
You must understand that when our indigenous friends said these
words, they meant that everything was in order, that God's presence
was felt, that today they could rest in peace. But mark my words:
THERE ARE THOSE WHO DO NOT LIKE REST NOR PEACE.THEY MAKE WAR WITH
THE UNDENIABLE AND DENY THE INEVITABLE.
THIS IS NOT THEIR DAY, NOR YEAR, NOR CENTURY. WOE TO THEM! (A brief
aside: Maya is Sanskrit for illusion) [Oh my, I'm beginning to sound
like the fine print on a Dr. Bronner's soap container.]
TODAY is the day that the fine print becomes legible and we delete
everything but the words written in red. God has perfected his moonwalk
and is having a high pitched showdown with the King of Pop right
now!
Hip-Hop is actually good again!!!!!......
Sike. But TODAY that song is being written that in nine months
will grace our ear drums with the vibration of the ever present.
A song that will not have to grow on us but one that will have grown
in us. Yes, TODAY is that day.
Swallow your gum, children!! Yes,, bite your toenails! Pet your
friends pets admit it, Pugs are cute! Men, paint your toenails!Ladies,
blow at least four kisses today!
Thank me later.
Yes, it's a beautiful day, TODAY. Not only that, TODAY is BEAUTY's
birthday and it's having a big party on the elevator, in the subway,
at the office, at school, on the sidewalk, in the bedroom, downtown.
Oh my God, is that Puffy chatting it up with Ram Das?! Oh my God,
isn't that my cleaning lady playing dominoes with Deepak?
Michael Moore and Warren G have matching medallions! Kate Hudson
has cornrows! Knox Robinson has a glass naval ring! And aren't those
the Def Poets?! My God, everyone's here! Nike sweat shops are closing
early today. The tap water has ecstasy in it. Please stop my parents
from kissing.
Yes, TODAY is that day. Be brave and live it. See it through. Burn
the flag of your fears. Disregard your pride for one minute and
ask him out. The Hindu girl tells her family she wants a love marriage.
The rapper comes out of the closet. The husband writes his wife
a love note. She blushes when he calls her,"friend". All
the great love stories have come to life. TODAY is that day.
"Emancipate yourselves from mental slavery," he said,
then whispered lovingly into his wife's ear, "I like it how
you do that right thurr!"
Calling all superstitious!!!
Read this with your left eye, TODAY only listen with your right
ear, type with your palms, forward this email to God, or else!
And oh, my new book comes out TODAY.
SAID THE SHOTGUN TO THE HEAD
Buy it. (please).
It doesn't come with any of my famous hand gestures but it's a sure
winner. It doesn't feature Beyonce, Sean Paul, or Redman, but there
are cameos by Moses, Jesus, Buddha, Kali, my ex-girlfriend's Uncle
and lots of sexy people. Pharrell did invisible beats for those
who read in between the lines. There are tons of far-fetched references
that can be stolen for any underground hip-hop anthem.
Yes, it's a little abstract and I apologize for that. But considering
the fact that it's being put out by MTV books, I couldn't just write,
FUCK YOU MR. PRESIDENT AND YOUR NEO-COLONIALIST VIEWS, in big letters
and not expect Mr. Viacom to... In fact, the whole point of the
beginning of this email was to have those sorts skip to the next
email before they got to the FUCK YOU MR. PRESIDENT AND YOUR WESTERN
IDEALS, part (They generally have a low tolerance for crazy talk.).
Which isn't to say that TODAY isn't the day. Oh believe me when
I say, it most certainly is! Even with Mercury in retrograde, this
communication is by no means faltered.Venus and Chiron can attest
to that.
But enough, back to work. Don't forget about those kisses, ladies.
Make a trip to your favorite book store and kindly ask them to point
you to the poetry section, unless of course I am to be found in
the Negro section, which reminds me of the joke my girlfriend tells
that insinuates that black people are hatched from bowling balls.
Highly unlikely,but STRIKE,nontheless.
I thank you in advance for your support.
Visit Saul Williams online at www.saulwilliams.com