"Thought Crumbs" is the blog of yours truly, Al Scott Pearce Baker. Here, I scatter musings, short stories, poetry, and paintings, and ponder various art forms, both traditional and digital. Follow along, and who knows where you’ll end up.
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Hamburger Hill: Flesh, Soil, and Silence
A hill among a thousand hills, its flesh the earth — soft mud, sharp thorn, green breath of rot. No herald calls it sacred; no altar li...
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Rap music, for all its bravado and poetic dexterity, has always been as much about power as it is about sound. From the block parties of the...
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Hip-hop, that volatile ballet of syllables and swagger, resists reduction. It is neither mere music nor mere movement, but a masquerade of...
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MAD CRY OF A DEVIL-CAPTIVE *** Roaring heights, conjurer's desire, Captive mystery, salamandrine lyre. Haunted river, timeless f...
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