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






Saturday, November 26, 2011

A Cruel Vivisection

Trailing yesterday’s tears, tomorrow


Invites us onto its lifeboat.

Going home is like licking drying paint.

Running away is like dousing combustible engines.

Carried away by a wasp-swarm wind.


By: Jacob Adams

Wednesday, November 2, 2011