Daily Archives: March 27, 2012

Saul Williams | , Said The Shotgun To The Head

Have you ever been kissed by God? Passionately (tongue, lips, etc.)? Or are you one who simply condemns God to the realm of the invisible? When do you feel most comfortable? 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.

Here’s a simpler question: Have you ever lost yourself in a kiss? I mean pure psychedelic inebriation. Not just listful petting but transcendental metamorphosis when you became aware that the greatness of this being was breathing into you. Licking the sides and corners of your mouth, like sealing a thousand fleshy envelopes filled with the essence of your passionate being and then opened by the same mouth and delivered back to you, over and over agian—the first kiss of the rest of your life. A kiss that confirms that the universe is aligned, that the world’s greatest resource is love, and maybe even that God is a woman. Withor without a belief in God, all kisses are metaphors decipherable by allocations of time, circumstance, and understanding.

- Saul Williams (2003)

. . . A rather interesting take on God from Saul Williams. Within the given framework: God becomes something much more feasible and no longer bound to the abstract and unknown. In essence, God is a woman which is expressed wholly in a matter of chapters. Deconstructed patriarchy in an eloquent way. Below I’ve listed a quote from this each section of this poem/book. Though each is a fairly potent quote, I beg of you: please buy the book. This poem in it’s proper context is simply amazing.

” I am certain I speak a new language. As is always the first sign of a new age.”

“She kissed as if she, alone, could forge the signature of the sun.
I closed my eyes
I never knew
The difference
I stood before
A brighter light
At lesser

“She and I never spoke.
We were in relationships we shouldn’t have been in.
We were sorcerers who had stored their charms in unmarked boxes because they had made our partners uncomfortable. Every day, we reported to work early in order to rest our waking eyes on last nights dream.
I had resorted to sleeping with my back to my partner.
The ball I slept curled in became the question mark I now placed within all prior commitments.
This was no teenage crush.
It was an adulthood rite.
She was what love had grown up to be: unspoken, yet shared between us.”

“Your weapons. Are phallic. All of them

The dummy
That sits on your lap
Is no longer
A worthwhile spectacle
His shrunken pale face
Leaves little room
For imagination
We have spotted
Your moving lips
And have pinned the voice
To its proper source”

“Even lifeguards drown
When the undertow breaks bread with the under belly
Demons disguised as sharks
Have not put enough thought
Into their costumes.”

“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”

“You wage war
On minimum wage
And the people
Purchase their delicacies
From Target

Maybe you should aim

“The truth still stands

At the dance
Waiting for you
You take her hand.”

“Her charm
Is in her silence
She speaks
In extended parenthesis.”

“To be free
Of the restraints
Of a culture
That instills the will
Of material possession and domination
Into its citizens
One must learn to honor
The substance of their materials
And the etymologcal roots
Of their findings.”

Saul Williams