Kenneth Rexroth Reads Poetry To Jazz

Why do we do it? No theories. We do it because we like to. It’s fun.

— Kenneth Rexroth

© the Kenneth Rexroth Estate

Originally Published on 8/27/05 4:38 PM

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The mission of Interference Archive is to explore the relationship between cultural production and social movements. This work manifests in an open stacks archival collection, publications, a study center, and public programs including exhibitions, workshops, talks, and screenings, all of which encourage critical and creative engagement with the rich history of social movements.

Artist Henry Darger, Inside His Apartment

John Cage About Silence

What more can I say?

Originally Published Oct-15-2010

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Originally Published Sun, Apr 12, 2015

Telephone Conversation” by The Mothers of Invention

Read “Telephone Conversation” by The Mothers of Invention on Genius

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Originally Published 6/20/07 6:29 PM

Independent Music Plays Here (not anymore)

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If you haven't heard St Louis Community Radio is in the process of being sold to the Gateway Media Foundation.

The board of directors ran the station into the ground, filed bankruptcy and now is no longer a beloved community station. Some of us can't have nice things.

A bit of an explanation

Donnybrook

Original post from 2010

Darkness Falls

Darkness falls on a nugatory space, Warmed lead fills the flesh with radiation, Like a dying man's last meal. Consumed not out of necessity.

Dust crumbles into the palm of a man's hand. The rafters fail and the debris accumulates, filling salty memories. Convalesced not to the light but an empty eternity.

A void filler unfolds, To occupy unlimited space. But has no spine, no meaning. Tempered by its own weakness.

No courage, no fear, Converging alternately, the books are balanced. The unhinged fall to stronger prey

Like a timekeepers watch in illiterate hands, A beat misplaced, a lonely man's rancor dissolves Into pain, hate, misunderstanding.

Rooted in the less realized matter of self. Criticized, uncircumcised, undignified. Destined to be destroyed, and no memory can recollect.

Soundscape: Bombilate by Rail Dog

Mound City Disconnect

Believe it or not but this is a conversation about Masons.

 

 Mound City Disconnect