Duly Quoted

"A library is a hospital for the mind."

“When do you feel most loved?”

Book: “, said the shotgun to the head.”, a (200 pg) poem by Saul Williams

Firsties, credit goes to Michael for sending it to me! I definitely enjoyed it (another quick, afternoon read). It reminded me of Andrea Gibson a lot (esp. Blue Blanket and For Eli) as an emotional commentary on current events/political culture? Also reminded me of Howl. I think it maintains really impressive energy, and while reading it was great, I’d like to hear it spoken even more.

When do you feel most loved? Perhaps it is in the warm embrace of your lover or in the assuring touch of your mother. Perhaps, like me, you have likened this person to God in your life and realized that God was loving you through them. Or maybe you don’t believe in God. Cool.

my friends laugh at me
and talk behind my back
they say that you have changed me
i am

i am like a survivor
of the flood
walking through the streets
drenched with
surprised that all of the drowned victims
are still walking and talking

my friends,
love is an artform
slightly removed
from its element

and it smelled like teen sprit
angst driven insecure
a country in puberty
a country at war
wet dreams
cotton mouth
blood thirsty
oily hair
fast cars
movie stars
earn 20 mill…
to instill fear

Dead to themselves
Numb to the possibility
Of truth existing beyond
that which they can palm
in the bleeding hole
of their hands,

HE was not honest. SHE was not sure. A great grandfather had sacrificed the family’s clarity for gold in the late eighteen hundreds. Nonetheless, SHE had allowed him to mispronounce her name, which had eventually led to her misinterpreting her own…

dreams. And, later, doubting them. But the night was young…

MC: it’s carefully designed for the short attention span.
J: would you characterize yourself as different?
MC: Well, it’s also written this way because my attention span is pretty short.

Sorcery of self:
A phrase I coined
And now surrender to you

It’s as if I’ve swallowed
An interior decorator

I like my heart where it is

I cannot make your past disappear

Only rabbits, my love,
Only rabbits.

We have been forced
To create a new currency

one that will truly allow us
to love our neighbors
for reasons beyond guilt and pity

her essence
cupped in her being
she has made herself
available to you

she needn’t steal your heart
if you give it to her

the cops and robbers
of your childhood
neglected to teach you
such simplicity

come, my love
we have mountains to climb
wilderness to wander

you have shown me
a love that cannot be given or taken

let us bask
in the fullness
of ourselves

a simple kiss
now blood and breath
both awakened

a balanced diet
to sustain
life and health.

there is the current
I wish to sail
Here is a love

Throw away your map
And swallow
This cratered pill

Pull it from the sky
And let it dissolve
Under your tongue

It is only a matter of time
Before we are timeless


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