New on Spectrum Culture, I review the new Coldplay record, because it's there: http://spectrumculture.com/2011/10/coldplay-mylo-xyloto.html
Monday, October 31, 2011
Spectrum Culture: Real Estate, Days
New on Spectrum Culture, I review the new record by indie band Real Estate:
http://spectrumculture.com/2011/10/real-estate-days.html
PopMatters: The Top 10 Hold Steady Songs
http://www.popmatters.com/pm/post/150415-the-top-10-hold-steady-songs/
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
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
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Financial pictures painted across outdated hard drives.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
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
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