Music Commentary--Creative Writing--Cultural Hilarity





"What if there are no cries of anguish to be heard? Who is prepared to take arms against a sea of amusements? To whom do we complain, and when, and in what tone of voice, when serious discourse dissolves into giggles?"--Neil Postman






Monday, October 31, 2011

Sunday, October 16, 2011

Robots and Cosmic Puppetry

An Erasure Poem


She has blonde hair, very blonde, very light.


You’re stuck, like it or not—

A purely physical phenomenon.

You were asphyxiated by a false belief,

A blissful turtle experience.

That was our conversation.

“I don’t think there’s any single reality.

Something is practical if it helps you realize your goals.”

I want to seize fate by the throat,

But the world, as a rule, does not live on beaches and country clubs.

I want to be buried in a pine box, or no box at all.

No one can prove anything.



By: Jacob Adams

Thursday, October 13, 2011

Spectrum Culture: Marketa Irglova Review

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I'm now writing about music and books for a nifty pop culture webzine called Spectrum Culture.  My first article is a review of Marketa Irglova's new record:

Wednesday, October 5, 2011

Existential Despair Comes Only to the Lonely

It might take longer than you think:

A shopping list, a bottle of unopened cleaner,

Financial pictures painted across outdated hard drives.

Drops of dishwater

Falling into the transcendental sea.

Will you die

Under the tyrannical wings of the ordinary,

With the Billboard Hot 100 trapped in your head?

A way of understanding:

You see through a glass.

Darkly, your soul surrenders to the moment.

But you were not invited.

You were held hostage.

A ragdoll left on the lawn to drown

In your own artificial irrigation,

Only to be picked up by a bright-eyed child

The morning after.

How to account for hope?


By: Jake Adams