Jun 06 2009
You gotta love that face, the way he looks–as if he’s trying to get a booger off his nose just by using his facial expressions. There’s something endearing about that, something tough and sharp as rusty 12-inch nails, too. You see Robert DeNiro, you notice his nuances right away. And some of the greatest bits of dialogue. Watch these. You’ll love ‘em.
“Taxi Driver”
“Cape Fear”
“The Untouchables”
Jun 06 2009
As always, I feel the need for speed (as Maverick would say from “Top Gun”). And when I say ’speed’, I don’t mean “velocity”. I mean “exhilaration”, “blinding perseverence”, unrelenting emotion (so unrelenting it escapes the quotations, my friend). I mean POETRY, friends. Unrelenting poetry.
Since having the ability to write the “Writing and Reading” again, I have to bring out all the guns I’ve had, the guns that I wield. The words, like bullets–pristine pistols, too, nickel-plated with every nuance of dialogue and diadems of diction at my disposal (and every “d” word in the dictionary, definitely).
And, of course, when I say ‘poetry’ (and very soon, referring to more editions of “The Lounge”, which I look forward to performing again here), I do mean….
SLAM. YES, SLAM.
That is the truth. And when I say ’slam’, I mean ‘Saul’. Saul Williams (Like James Bond, only not British). You know how I am about slam poetry. You know how I am about truth uttered in hammered passion and power, a parade of calvary complete with sinewy tendons and titans of strength slamming into my chest with some of the best words emitting every emotion twisted into a sweet, serene mutation of utter human resonance. Touching the part of me that reminds me of my blood–that it runs deep. And it makes me who I am. Reminds me who I am. Yes.
So here’s another edition of ‘Slam’. Brothers, enjoy. Relish. Love.
