Music
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Naima Bock and the Retribution of Distinction
In a lonely place Naima arrived, to shatter dimensions time dismissed for your wanderings the singles enhanced you the live stage proved you your second attempt diminished you trying to...
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Grace Slick’s Hall-Stolen Roses
Able to perform disjointed under comparable illness singing for great vision like a red curtain for peaceable entry downtown was the vestige of a society that never arrived
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Nina Simone (speaking to me and you)
A troubled mother One who suffered for her art One who finds collective forgiveness for calling out collective justice Langston Hughes combing his passages in Harlem New to the rush...
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Nothing in common (with Julia Jacklin)
Julia Jacklin is lighting the hallway “too much symmetry” she says like a passage under the rocks “we’ve been here before,” but not standing rams time counterculture to specific filing...
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Lucie Horsch Sits Too Silent Among the Maple Pears
an instrument of stolen rocks to make comets the Ferengi rule to “whisper your way to success” albeit minor dinosaurs dance around your feet in perfect trilithon roundtable dissenting from...
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A Conversation With a Musician and a Forest
She said to tell you She’s here listening to you and inside of you She says She is not God as you know such an entity to be, but a...
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Akiko Suwanai
Bent like freed grass in the tuft of nuptials Sacred like a bow of animal skin abrasion Won under the harsh duress of ten weeks in the desert Scored with...
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Bird Constructions
Cat Clyde sings “Mama Said” and the sky parts below her crystal wings She has no stalk-raven atrophy ravaging the salt nests of orphan seismology This is where God lets...
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Singing of the Milk of Dawn
Cat Power taunting the maneuvering steer hounds crystal perilymphatic molars betrayed like soft lines of regret and corporate ashtrays seek silence in the cow dung of metre time stamps forgotten...
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She sees no rendition of the former past midnight for incoming Rome
a proximity fuse among falling out threads like sky maps awake for Cat Clyde and harmony of tired servitude recorded four thousand years ago in caves of stern relationships and...