Writing and Reading

Again, Saul Williams. Master poet. My inspiration. He inspires, and I perspire with raging thoughts of imagery and art and armies of words and whirlwinds of life and love to take my heart and spin it in many ways until it stops to another soul who may have it and shelter it and claim it like a key to the doorway leading into another world, another plane of existence, another sense of self. Another.

I have to have a dose of Saul and slams every once in awhile. It helps me feel my heartbeat sometimes. Painfully, I might add. That kind of pain is good, though. Helps you feel alive. One thing that always gets me is his gift for memory! How does he remember his work so well to perform it? Remarkable. Although I’ve never tried myself to learn my work and perform. Maybe one day I will….

Anyway, enjoy “Children of the Night”.