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    She
    She
    She
    Ebook122 pages38 minutes

    She

    By Saul Williams

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    Hailed as "a dreadlocked dervish of words...the Bob Marley of American poets" (Esquire), Saul Williams is a gifted young poet who is opening up this literary art form to a new generation of readers. Like his writing -- a fearless mix of connecting rhythms and vibrant images -- Saul Williams is unstoppable. He received raves for his performance as an imprisoned street poet in the Trimark Pictures release Slam, winner of the Camera d'Or at Cannes and the Grand Jury prize at the 1998 Sundance Film Festival. The consummate spoken-word performance artist, Williams has also been signed by producer Rick Rubin to record a CD of his poetry.
    She is a fascinating and unique collection of interconnected poems by this multi-talented star -- and marks the beginning of an incredible and totally original artistic career.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherMTV Books
    Release dateAug 28, 2012
    ISBN9781439122440
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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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      An emotive romp. Discerned feelings and scenarios of depth. Enjoyable word use.
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      Saul Williams first book of poetry, S/he, accurately demonstrates the provocative qualities of his writing style. The book chronicles the deteriorating relationship between Williams' and his ex-wife, Marcia Jones. The poems are a cohesive meditation on relationships, maturation, and the intertwined nature of femininity and masculinity. Williams highly metaphorical and often aphoristic writing style surely owes something to Yeats and Blake, the two great poets of the occult, but even more so to Hip Hop music and its origins. Williams words pulsate with a certain beat, a beat that did not simply begin with D.Js in 1970s New York, but first manifested through djembes and djun djuns struck by the ancient orchestras of West Africa. That is what Saul Williams embodies, a style so raw and primordial that it can only be crafted by the strong, steady count of the raging human heart.

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    She - Saul Williams

    prologue

    . . . as the fearful crowd gathers

    to witness my wounded sanity

    slain rational

    knotted tongue

    calamity kisses an utterer

    stuttered breath retreats

    with withered desires

    most relationships are built on faults. i do not wish to place blame. but there are houses that crumble with the slightest tremble of the earth. there are those that have made homes of cliffs for centuries: families that commune with stars. we have named our daughter after one of the brightest. Saturn. yet we are left to make magic of our own names given to us through the love of our parents. she has found the ocean in her name. and i have found the sun in mine. the point where the sun is furthest from the equator: Saul Stacey = solstice. our parents were wiser than they knew.

    but this is not why i’ve come. i have come to tell you that i have come. on the way, i noted the women transfixed by the light coming from their centers. their heads are bowed. they have learned that if you tilt your neck to the slightest degree and hold your head just so you can look into lost worlds. they are there retrieving their young from the clutches of negligent daycare. they have come to care for the night. many of them are glowing brighter than the moon herself. thank the heavens she is not jealous in her luminescence, for i have seen many women glowing beyond the intensity of the moon and thought that perhaps the night had mirrored itself in the wake of this glorious occasion: our communion. yes, i have come. i have had a safe journey, although my fears had mounted against me. there were many mountains of my own making and valleys of days without vision.

    the forecast is

    we kiss good-bye and never hello

    all kisses are

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