Saul Williams melted my Face; My life as a Poet Stalker

November 4. Niggy Tardust. Jon's Cellphone. Opening Song after two other AfroPunk bands. We were IN the song.





I love this man, his poetry, and his brain. Alas, he refuses to marry me.





Thanks to Shawn's inappropriate behavior, Jon and I ended up backstage with Saul. He was crazy gracious and soft spoken. He wrote in my journal; he told Shawn he would come to Knoxville if he "set it up." Sounds like an awesome challenge to me.

Sexy Newfound Poet!

I just fell in love with another poet(ry) who I found on another blog... this one (Song of the Taste) makes me achy.

Eating the living germs of grasses
Eating the ova of large birds
the fleshy sweetness packed
around the sperm of swaying trees

The muscles of the flanks and thighs of
soft-voiced cows
the bounce in the lamb's leap
the swish in the ox's tail

Eating roots grown swoll
inside the soil

Drawing on life of living
clustered points of light spun
out of space
hidden in the grape

Eating each other's seed
eating
ah, each other

Kissing the lover in the mouth of bread:
lip to lip.

~Gary Snyder

What to say to a new Poetess? Thank you.

My friend, Shannon, sent this to/for/about me today.


Robin Hood


Freeze the moment, hold it tight.
A summer night full of impromptu parties, chicken shit, cheap beer, ashtrays heaped with cigarettes, noisy neighbors, playing children.
It is there your hood was dropped.
In hazy porch light I swam through clouded water to reach your mind, full and deep.
Scariest dark places laden with dangerous unfound treasures.
It is also where I found your belief lost.


In that frozen moment filled with laughter and Sexstrology,
Head on hand you dropped your hood,
there you were sideways smile absent.
Tired, curious, searching, stalking, open, wanting in a moment wholly unconcealed.
Sleepy brown eyes lazying around like a big cat.
Fearing for your weakness, fighting your strength, and you feel it everyday.
Towering above the Liliputians that surround you.


Did you know that I watch you Robin Hood as you save the world around you?
A futile and bloody attempt.
Did you know that I listen to your stories, fascinated by the mysteries that drive you?
Did you know that in that smokey chicken filled inebriated summer night I saw a glimpse beyond the hood?
I want to reach my hand into that mind and pull from you all that you know, see and desire.
I want to wrestle that intellect until it submits to the beauty dying to be free.


You dropped your hood my friend,
but I will pick it up and cover you again.
Keeping the secret of who you are safe inside me.