Ron Kipling William’s “Black Freak Mosh Heaven”
This poetry book reads as an anthem for humanity, as the Greek notion of agape, as a sanctuary for the alienated, the oppressed, and the marginalized. These are the people who live their raw existences, who have been lost, and in all their ways of being, have been forgotten, and shunned, and destroyed. They are not only they, not merely other. They are you and me.
We breathe and die, breathe and die, while the world turns to its own power lust. And as Camus once said, “The only way to deal with an unfree world is to become so absolutely free that your very existence is an act of rebellion.” To exist as truly yourself and not as the projection of others on you, not as the fixed-idea of identity, is already an action of defiance. But what other choice is there – what have we all been living for, if not to be free in all its rebellion, to spit at the soul-drag of self-annihilation? We are the fight of our interconnection; we are the embracement of ourselves, despite any external pressures.
This is a work that unites autobiographical blood into its love, integrity, knowledge, of the universal struggle. How can a human be in this world, when that world has dragged so many individuals into nothingness, while distorting its perpetuation of violence in history, while telling falsehoods to hide its shame of killing? This book makes you remember those victims, who are not distant, not abstract, not away from our living. We are those people. We must remember ourselves.