She
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...
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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.
\ From She \ i presented\ my feminine side\ with flowers\ she cut the stems\ and placed them gently\ down my throat\ and these tu lips\ might soon eclipse\ your brightest hopes\ ***\ she had nothing\ but time on her hands:\ silver rings, turquoise stones\ and purple nails\ i rubbed my thumb\ across her palm:\ a featherbed\ where slept a psalm\ yea, though i walk\ i used to fly\ and now we dance\ i watched\ my toenails blacken\ and walked a deadened trance\ until she woke me\ with the knife edge\ of her glance\ i have the scars to prove\ the clock strikes\ with her hands\ ***\ i have seen the truth\ many times\ but for the first time\ she saw me\ i wore suspenders\ for the judgment\ in my pants\ ***\ i laced my shoes with sorrow\ and walked a weary road\ dead end streets\ don't come undone\ with double knots\ wing tipped shoes\ that walk on air\ through vacant lots\ ***\ she kept her deck\ beneath her pillow\ and had promised\ me a reading\ she stuck a bookmark\ in my heart\ and walked away\ it was autumn then\ the leaves\ suddenly flames\ the sidewalk\ burning cinders\ i walked the streets\ as if the sun\ had called me boy\ mad at the world\ on aging feet\ shuffling\ her cards\ shuffling\ my feet\ head\ to the sky\ blue\ the clouds\ her cards\ the clouds:\ her cards\ shuffling\ the skies\ a storm passes\ new clouds appear:\ the chariot\ the priestess\ the moon\ in broad daylight:\ an omen\ ***\ love is an unbridled horse\ with one wing out-stretched\ the other tucked and folded\ on the right side\ the horse galloping\ towards a cliff\ knowingly\ panting just enough\ for you to think\ he's laughing\ he?\ love is male?\ love is a dumb horse\ with silver streaks\ and a sometimes penis\ a sometimes penis?\ on thursdays\ the rest of the week\ she grazes\ and paints her hooves\ with red mud\ making tracks\ through the fields\ which disappear\ soon after they appear\ because nature has a way\ of changing\ the same way\ it remains\ Copyright © 1999 by Saul Williams
