by Clint Williamson

Berlin Alexanderplatz – Alfred Döblin

It’s a work wherein that which is nascent only moves in a single, inevitable line, to onomatopoeic beats of the novel’s closing words, “widdeboom, widdeboom.”

Eight Lectures on Experimental Music – Ed. Alvin Lucier

While this elite benefaction may help to undergird the lucky artist’s work, it certainly does not offer a hell of a lot of relief to this lost listener who cannot afford their dietary staples.

In Search of New Babylon – Dominique Scali

This genealogy of American violence suggests the West as an extension of a mechanism long set in motion, always going to break in the singular, inevitable way it could have.

The Service Porch – Fred Moten

Moten’s poetry crafts a situation in which the melody stays hidden. He never plays the head of the composition, even if he alludes to the conceptual sphere of the movement.