Said the Shotgun to the Head
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.
SAID THE SHOTGUN TO THE HEAD is simply one long poem. An epic poem in
the voice of a homeless man that is telling of the coming of a female
Messiah that
he has known intimately. Maybe you know her, maybe you'll meet her
TODAY.
Maybe you'll find the whole idea sacrilegious, in which case you
probably won't buy my book. God Bless You. And on a day like today, SHE
most certainly
will. And for all ye others, revel in the Glory of the day, for TODAY
all the
answers are truly written in the back of the book.
- Saul Williams
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.
SAID THE SHOTGUN TO THE HEAD is simply one long poem. An epic poem in
the voice of a homeless man that is telling of the coming of a female
Messiah that
he has known intimately. Maybe you know her, maybe you'll meet her
TODAY.
Maybe you'll find the whole idea sacrilegious, in which case you
probably won't buy my book. God Bless You. And on a day like today, SHE
most certainly
will. And for all ye others, revel in the Glory of the day, for TODAY
all the
answers are truly written in the back of the book.
- Saul Williams