i got a book called "nirvana, the day to day illustrated journals" lots of great pictures in it. and a book by virginia woolf called "mrs. dalloway
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Waking Life is an excellent movie, I certainly suggest renting it if you come across it. I hesitate to even say that's it's a 'movie' because it seems like a movie should actually have a plot. It's just about this guy who finds himself in a dream he can't wake up from, and during the dream he goes around and talks to a bunch of different people about the nature of reality and different philosophical dilemmas. It's a very interesting movie, and a lot of trippy animation techniques are used to give it sort of a surreal feel.
And, as for Saul Williams, like I said it's just a random thing for me to suggest. Song lyrics can, of course, almost always be considered poetry, but I just think that his lyrics are more blatantly poetic. Musically, well it's rap and feels to be lacking something in my opinion. The verse really makes up for it though so I feel he's worth checking out, here's some sample lyrics from his song "Wine":
And I know God personally In fact he lets me call him me In fact he lets me call him me So never question who I am, God knows And I know God personally In fact she lets me call her me In fact she lets me call her me
...
I could recite the grass on a hill And memorize the moon I know the cloud forms of love by heart And have brought tears to the eye of a storm My memory banks Vaults of autumn forests and amazon river banks And I have screamed them into sunsets That echo in earthquakes Shadows have been my spotlight As I monologue with night And dialogue the days Seliliquies of wind and breeze Applauded by sun rays We put language in zoos To observe caged thought And tossed peanuts and p-funk at intellect Motherfuckers think these are metaphors, I speak what I see All words and worlds are metaphors of me My life is authored by the moon, footprints written in soil The fountain pen of martian men noveling human toil And yes, the soil speaks highly of me When earth seeds root me Poet tree Now, maybe I'm too serious Too good to hear Too matter Though I'm riddled with the reason of the sun A stand-up comet with the audience of lungs This body of laughter, is it with me or at me Hue more (humor) or less though genders mute And the punchline has this lifeline at it's root I'm a star, this life's the suburbs, I commute
And, I apologize to be rambling in your journal about things you may have no interest in ;)
And, as for Saul Williams, like I said it's just a random thing for me to suggest. Song lyrics can, of course, almost always be considered poetry, but I just think that his lyrics are more blatantly poetic. Musically, well it's rap and feels to be lacking something in my opinion. The verse really makes up for it though so I feel he's worth checking out, here's some sample lyrics from his song "Wine":
And I know God personally
In fact he lets me call him me
In fact he lets me call him me
So never question who I am, God knows
And I know God personally
In fact she lets me call her me
In fact she lets me call her me
...
I could recite the grass on a hill
And memorize the moon
I know the cloud forms of love by heart
And have brought tears to the eye of a storm
My memory banks
Vaults of autumn forests and amazon river banks
And I have screamed them into sunsets
That echo in earthquakes
Shadows have been my spotlight
As I monologue with night
And dialogue the days
Seliliquies of wind and breeze
Applauded by sun rays
We put language in zoos
To observe caged thought
And tossed peanuts and p-funk at intellect
Motherfuckers think these are metaphors, I speak what I see
All words and worlds are metaphors of me
My life is authored by the moon, footprints written in soil
The fountain pen of martian men noveling human toil
And yes, the soil speaks highly of me
When earth seeds root me
Poet tree
Now, maybe I'm too serious
Too good to hear
Too matter
Though I'm riddled with the reason of the sun
A stand-up comet with the audience of lungs
This body of laughter, is it with me or at me
Hue more (humor) or less though genders mute
And the punchline has this lifeline at it's root
I'm a star, this life's the suburbs, I commute
And, I apologize to be rambling in your journal about things you may have no interest in ;)
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