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The Dead Emcee Scrolls

I may be drained from the drudge of being at work for a 16.5 hour shift, but I have a head swarming with fantastic words! During my breaks I finished up Saul WilliamsThe Dead Emcee Scrolls and I’m still resonating. Wow! There went any lingering doubt that Saul’s the greatest living poet we have.

The book is a collection of poems and journal entries related to a find of scrolls tucked into an empty spray can by some time-lost graf artist, and are holy channelings of hip hop. Saul’s words are mesmerizingly full of fluidity, interplay and exquisite beauty. But there’s no denying the gritty realness of many of the passages; it’s rarely gentle. Saul’s steeped in hip hop and something utterly timeless; he’s a mystic of the sort Rumi was.

Let your children name themselves and claim
themselves as the new day for today we are
determined to be the channelers of these
changing frequencies into songs, paintings
writings, dance, drama, photography, carpentry,
crafts, love, and love.

We enlist every instrument: acoustic, electronic.
every so-called race, gender, and sexual preference
every per-son as beings of sound to acknowledge
their responsibility to uplift the consciousness
of the entire fucking World.

Any utterance un-aimed, will be disclaimed,
will be maimed. Two rappers slain!
– Saul Williams, “Co-Dead Language”

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