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Joel Veena - Cardinal

"Cardinal is a sonic journey from original to traditional, played on the 20-stringed Hindustani slide guitar and accompanied by percussion, beats and poetry."

https://getmusic.fm/l/qg0xkn

#bandcampcodes #beats #world #fusion #poetry #hindustani #indianclassical #spokenword #music

Free download codes:

Joel Veena - Cardinal

"Cardinal is a sonic journey from original to traditional, played on the 20-stringed Hindustani slide guitar and accompanied by percussion, beats and poetry."

https://getmusic.fm/l/qg0xkn

#bandcampcodes #beats #world #fusion #poetry #hindustani #indianclassical #spokenword #music

Free download codes:

Joel Veena - Cardinal

"Cardinal is a sonic journey from original to traditional, played on the 20-stringed Hindustani slide guitar and accompanied by percussion, beats and poetry."

https://getmusic.fm/l/qg0xkn

#bandcampcodes #beats #world #fusion #poetry #hindustani #indianclassical #spokenword #music

Free download codes:

Joel Veena - Cardinal

"Cardinal is a sonic journey from original to traditional, played on the 20-stringed Hindustani slide guitar and accompanied by percussion, beats and poetry."

https://getmusic.fm/l/qg0xkn

#bandcampcodes #beats #world #fusion #poetry #hindustani #indianclassical #spokenword #music

The Sabbath Sabotage

They told us
holiness was neat,
pressed flat like Sunday clothes,
folded into bulletins,
spoken in indoor voices,
kept safely between hymns
and handshakes.

They told us
Sabbath was a soft thing,
a nap for the soul,
a gentle pause
before returning
to the holy machinery
of earning, buying, proving, becoming.

But Sabbath was never safe.

Sabbath is a wrench
thrown into Pharaoh’s gears.
A door barred against the market.
A candle lit
in defiance of the floodlights.
A refusal
to kneel before the stopwatch.
A holy no
rising like thunder
from tired bones.

Six days, they say,
you shall labor.
And the seventh?
The seventh is mutiny.

The seventh day
the fields are not your masters.
The ledgers do not own your name.
The inbox may howl
like a beast outside the gate,
but you will not feed it.
The empire counts bricks.
Sabbath counts blessings.
The empire demands output.
Sabbath gathers manna
and says, enough.

Enough for today.
Enough for this body.
Enough for this earth.
Enough for a life
that was never meant
to be fed into furnaces
just to keep the towers warm.

Sabbath is not laziness.
It is revolt
with bread on the table.
It is trust
with dirt under the fingernails.
It is the slave
remembering he is human.
The widow
remembering she is seen.
The ox
remembering grass.
The land
remembering how to breathe.

And maybe that is why
they sabotage Sabbath.

Because rest breaks rank.
Because silence interrupts slogans.
Because delight cannot be monetized forever.
Because a people
who learn to stop
may also learn
they can refuse.

Refuse the lie
that worth is measured in production.
Refuse the sermon
of profit without mercy.
Refuse the fear
that if we cease for one day
the world will fall apart—
as though we were the ones
holding up the stars.

No.
Sabbath is the admission
that we are not God,
and the miracle
that God is still good.

So let the engines choke.
Let the schedules stutter.
Let the tyrants call it weakness.
Let the anxious call it waste.
Let the merchants stand bewildered
before shuttered stalls
and unhurried hearts.

For this is the sabotage:
to rest in a restless world,
to feast in a famine of joy,
to loosen your fist
when all of history
has trained it to clench.

To stop.
To breathe.
To bless.
To remember
that we were not made
for endless extraction,
but for communion—
with God,
with neighbor,
with creature,
with soil,
with our own forgotten souls.

And so, on the seventh day,
we commit our small rebellion:
we light candles against consumption,
set tables against despair,
sing psalms against the grind,
and call this shattered life
still sacred.

This is no small thing.
This is how the kingdom enters:
not always with trumpets,
but with napping children,
unbought hours,
shared bread,
and a people audacious enough
to believe
that the world can turn
without their frantic striving.

Blessed are the saboteurs of empire.
Blessed are the keepers of Sabbath.
Blessed are the tired
who lay their burden down
and find, beneath the weight of all they carried,
a joy the masters could not confiscate.

For every Sabbath kept
is a crack in the idol.
Every prayer whispered at rest
is a seed beneath the pavement.
Every holy pause
is a hammer blow
against the myth
that Caesar owns time.

He does not.
The clock does not.
The market does not.

Time belongs to God.
And God,
in mercy,
has given some of it back to us.

The Sabbath Sabotage

They told us
holiness was neat,
pressed flat like Sunday clothes,
folded into bulletins,
spoken in indoor voices,
kept safely between hymns
and handshakes.

They told us
Sabbath was a soft thing,
a nap for the soul,
a gentle pause
before returning
to the holy machinery
of earning, buying, proving, becoming.

But Sabbath was never safe.

Sabbath is a wrench
thrown into Pharaoh’s gears.
A door barred against the market.
A candle lit
in defiance of the floodlights.
A refusal
to kneel before the stopwatch.
A holy no
rising like thunder
from tired bones.

Six days, they say,
you shall labor.
And the seventh?
The seventh is mutiny.

The seventh day
the fields are not your masters.
The ledgers do not own your name.
The inbox may howl
like a beast outside the gate,
but you will not feed it.
The empire counts bricks.
Sabbath counts blessings.
The empire demands output.
Sabbath gathers manna
and says, enough.

Enough for today.
Enough for this body.
Enough for this earth.
Enough for a life
that was never meant
to be fed into furnaces
just to keep the towers warm.

Sabbath is not laziness.
It is revolt
with bread on the table.
It is trust
with dirt under the fingernails.
It is the slave
remembering he is human.
The widow
remembering she is seen.
The ox
remembering grass.
The land
remembering how to breathe.

And maybe that is why
they sabotage Sabbath.

Because rest breaks rank.
Because silence interrupts slogans.
Because delight cannot be monetized forever.
Because a people
who learn to stop
may also learn
they can refuse.

Refuse the lie
that worth is measured in production.
Refuse the sermon
of profit without mercy.
Refuse the fear
that if we cease for one day
the world will fall apart—
as though we were the ones
holding up the stars.

No.
Sabbath is the admission
that we are not God,
and the miracle
that God is still good.

So let the engines choke.
Let the schedules stutter.
Let the tyrants call it weakness.
Let the anxious call it waste.
Let the merchants stand bewildered
before shuttered stalls
and unhurried hearts.

For this is the sabotage:
to rest in a restless world,
to feast in a famine of joy,
to loosen your fist
when all of history
has trained it to clench.

To stop.
To breathe.
To bless.
To remember
that we were not made
for endless extraction,
but for communion—
with God,
with neighbor,
with creature,
with soil,
with our own forgotten souls.

And so, on the seventh day,
we commit our small rebellion:
we light candles against consumption,
set tables against despair,
sing psalms against the grind,
and call this shattered life
still sacred.

This is no small thing.
This is how the kingdom enters:
not always with trumpets,
but with napping children,
unbought hours,
shared bread,
and a people audacious enough
to believe
that the world can turn
without their frantic striving.

Blessed are the saboteurs of empire.
Blessed are the keepers of Sabbath.
Blessed are the tired
who lay their burden down
and find, beneath the weight of all they carried,
a joy the masters could not confiscate.

For every Sabbath kept
is a crack in the idol.
Every prayer whispered at rest
is a seed beneath the pavement.
Every holy pause
is a hammer blow
against the myth
that Caesar owns time.

He does not.
The clock does not.
The market does not.

Time belongs to God.
And God,
in mercy,
has given some of it back to us.

The Sabbath Sabotage

They told us
holiness was neat,
pressed flat like Sunday clothes,
folded into bulletins,
spoken in indoor voices,
kept safely between hymns
and handshakes.

They told us
Sabbath was a soft thing,
a nap for the soul,
a gentle pause
before returning
to the holy machinery
of earning, buying, proving, becoming.

But Sabbath was never safe.

Sabbath is a wrench
thrown into Pharaoh’s gears.
A door barred against the market.
A candle lit
in defiance of the floodlights.
A refusal
to kneel before the stopwatch.
A holy no
rising like thunder
from tired bones.

Six days, they say,
you shall labor.
And the seventh?
The seventh is mutiny.

The seventh day
the fields are not your masters.
The ledgers do not own your name.
The inbox may howl
like a beast outside the gate,
but you will not feed it.
The empire counts bricks.
Sabbath counts blessings.
The empire demands output.
Sabbath gathers manna
and says, enough.

Enough for today.
Enough for this body.
Enough for this earth.
Enough for a life
that was never meant
to be fed into furnaces
just to keep the towers warm.

Sabbath is not laziness.
It is revolt
with bread on the table.
It is trust
with dirt under the fingernails.
It is the slave
remembering he is human.
The widow
remembering she is seen.
The ox
remembering grass.
The land
remembering how to breathe.

And maybe that is why
they sabotage Sabbath.

Because rest breaks rank.
Because silence interrupts slogans.
Because delight cannot be monetized forever.
Because a people
who learn to stop
may also learn
they can refuse.

Refuse the lie
that worth is measured in production.
Refuse the sermon
of profit without mercy.
Refuse the fear
that if we cease for one day
the world will fall apart—
as though we were the ones
holding up the stars.

No.
Sabbath is the admission
that we are not God,
and the miracle
that God is still good.

So let the engines choke.
Let the schedules stutter.
Let the tyrants call it weakness.
Let the anxious call it waste.
Let the merchants stand bewildered
before shuttered stalls
and unhurried hearts.

For this is the sabotage:
to rest in a restless world,
to feast in a famine of joy,
to loosen your fist
when all of history
has trained it to clench.

To stop.
To breathe.
To bless.
To remember
that we were not made
for endless extraction,
but for communion—
with God,
with neighbor,
with creature,
with soil,
with our own forgotten souls.

And so, on the seventh day,
we commit our small rebellion:
we light candles against consumption,
set tables against despair,
sing psalms against the grind,
and call this shattered life
still sacred.

This is no small thing.
This is how the kingdom enters:
not always with trumpets,
but with napping children,
unbought hours,
shared bread,
and a people audacious enough
to believe
that the world can turn
without their frantic striving.

Blessed are the saboteurs of empire.
Blessed are the keepers of Sabbath.
Blessed are the tired
who lay their burden down
and find, beneath the weight of all they carried,
a joy the masters could not confiscate.

For every Sabbath kept
is a crack in the idol.
Every prayer whispered at rest
is a seed beneath the pavement.
Every holy pause
is a hammer blow
against the myth
that Caesar owns time.

He does not.
The clock does not.
The market does not.

Time belongs to God.
And God,
in mercy,
has given some of it back to us.

The Sabbath Sabotage

They told us
holiness was neat,
pressed flat like Sunday clothes,
folded into bulletins,
spoken in indoor voices,
kept safely between hymns
and handshakes.

They told us
Sabbath was a soft thing,
a nap for the soul,
a gentle pause
before returning
to the holy machinery
of earning, buying, proving, becoming.

But Sabbath was never safe.

Sabbath is a wrench
thrown into Pharaoh’s gears.
A door barred against the market.
A candle lit
in defiance of the floodlights.
A refusal
to kneel before the stopwatch.
A holy no
rising like thunder
from tired bones.

Six days, they say,
you shall labor.
And the seventh?
The seventh is mutiny.

The seventh day
the fields are not your masters.
The ledgers do not own your name.
The inbox may howl
like a beast outside the gate,
but you will not feed it.
The empire counts bricks.
Sabbath counts blessings.
The empire demands output.
Sabbath gathers manna
and says, enough.

Enough for today.
Enough for this body.
Enough for this earth.
Enough for a life
that was never meant
to be fed into furnaces
just to keep the towers warm.

Sabbath is not laziness.
It is revolt
with bread on the table.
It is trust
with dirt under the fingernails.
It is the slave
remembering he is human.
The widow
remembering she is seen.
The ox
remembering grass.
The land
remembering how to breathe.

And maybe that is why
they sabotage Sabbath.

Because rest breaks rank.
Because silence interrupts slogans.
Because delight cannot be monetized forever.
Because a people
who learn to stop
may also learn
they can refuse.

Refuse the lie
that worth is measured in production.
Refuse the sermon
of profit without mercy.
Refuse the fear
that if we cease for one day
the world will fall apart—
as though we were the ones
holding up the stars.

No.
Sabbath is the admission
that we are not God,
and the miracle
that God is still good.

So let the engines choke.
Let the schedules stutter.
Let the tyrants call it weakness.
Let the anxious call it waste.
Let the merchants stand bewildered
before shuttered stalls
and unhurried hearts.

For this is the sabotage:
to rest in a restless world,
to feast in a famine of joy,
to loosen your fist
when all of history
has trained it to clench.

To stop.
To breathe.
To bless.
To remember
that we were not made
for endless extraction,
but for communion—
with God,
with neighbor,
with creature,
with soil,
with our own forgotten souls.

And so, on the seventh day,
we commit our small rebellion:
we light candles against consumption,
set tables against despair,
sing psalms against the grind,
and call this shattered life
still sacred.

This is no small thing.
This is how the kingdom enters:
not always with trumpets,
but with napping children,
unbought hours,
shared bread,
and a people audacious enough
to believe
that the world can turn
without their frantic striving.

Blessed are the saboteurs of empire.
Blessed are the keepers of Sabbath.
Blessed are the tired
who lay their burden down
and find, beneath the weight of all they carried,
a joy the masters could not confiscate.

For every Sabbath kept
is a crack in the idol.
Every prayer whispered at rest
is a seed beneath the pavement.
Every holy pause
is a hammer blow
against the myth
that Caesar owns time.

He does not.
The clock does not.
The market does not.

Time belongs to God.
And God,
in mercy,
has given some of it back to us.

Jorge Lozano H
Thursday, May 14, 2026, 8pm @ Balboa Theatre
#comedy #spokenword #sandiegoevents #sandiego

https://www.sandiegoreader.com/events/2026/may/14/jorge-lozano-h-0a96102e/

#Bayernslam 2026 in #München: 10 Poet:innen, 1 Bühne, unendlich viele Geschichten.

Wer holt sich den Titel? Ich tippe auf die Worte.

#Bayernslam #PoetrySlam #MünchenLauter #SpokenWord

#Listening to Superhero by Drew Stephenson, feat. G. Stoner Hilcot. This track is righteous;

"Chief. Executive. Officer. He so important he got 3 words all mean the same thing. He a 'wealth creator'. A 'wealth creator'. How he doing that? Exactly."

I found it on a fundraising compilation of protest songs called The Weapon and The Shield (Vol. I);

https://theweaponandtheshield.bandcamp.com/album/the-weapon-and-the-shield-vol-i

(1/2)

#DrewStephenson #GStonerHilcot #SpokenWord #ProtestSongs #music

#Listening to Superhero by Drew Stephenson, feat. G. Stoner Hilcot. This track is righteous;

"Chief. Executive. Officer. He so important he got 3 words all mean the same thing. He a 'wealth creator'. A 'wealth creator'. How he doing that? Exactly."

I found it on a fundraising compilation of protest songs called The Weapon and The Shield (Vol. I);

https://theweaponandtheshield.bandcamp.com/album/the-weapon-and-the-shield-vol-i

(1/2)

#DrewStephenson #GStonerHilcot #SpokenWord #ProtestSongs #music

#Listening to Superhero by Drew Stephenson, feat. G. Stoner Hilcot. This track is righteous;

"Chief. Executive. Officer. He so important he got 3 words all mean the same thing. He a 'wealth creator'. A 'wealth creator'. How he doing that? Exactly."

I found it on a fundraising compilation of protest songs called The Weapon and The Shield (Vol. I);

https://theweaponandtheshield.bandcamp.com/album/the-weapon-and-the-shield-vol-i

(1/2)

#DrewStephenson #GStonerHilcot #SpokenWord #ProtestSongs #music

#Listening to Superhero by Drew Stephenson, feat. G. Stoner Hilcot. This track is righteous;

"Chief. Executive. Officer. He so important he got 3 words all mean the same thing. He a 'wealth creator'. A 'wealth creator'. How he doing that? Exactly."

I found it on a fundraising compilation of protest songs called The Weapon and The Shield (Vol. I);

https://theweaponandtheshield.bandcamp.com/album/the-weapon-and-the-shield-vol-i

(1/2)

#DrewStephenson #GStonerHilcot #SpokenWord #ProtestSongs #music

https://youtu.be/awJlNgKIL2A Calm, cinematic music about acceptance, distance, and a conscious decision without drama – a moment of stillness between memory and the present.#ILeftinPeace #PlatonischerRebell #AIGeneratedMusic #KIMusik #CinematicMusic #CalmMusic #Atmospheric #SpokenWord #FilmScoreStyle

https://youtu.be/Xt4skaDEzsw Ein ruhiger, filmischer Track über Weitergehen, Loslassen und Bewegung zwischen Erinnerung und Gegenwart.#AscheimStaub #PlatonischerRebell #AIGeneratedMusic #KIMusik #DarkAmbient #CinematicMusic #SpokenWord #RitualMusic #Atmospheric #ExperimentalMusic #FilmScoreStyle

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SHAI SEVIN - The Pixel Vol Two

"Shai Sevin’s “The Pixel Vol Two” is a raw, phone-written journey through grief, spirituality and South West London life over timeless instrumentals."

https://getmusic.fm/l/XI31Jm

#spokenword #alternativehiphop #undergroundrap #jazzrap #experimentalhiphop #consciousrap #ukhiphop #southwestlondon rap #music

#AntonySzmierek

Les concerts sont essentiels, c’est une forme d’évasion.

#SpokenWord #SpokenPoetry #UK #Indie #Dance #Manchester #Music #socialmedia #tv

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TkTRa6a2zQI

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L8lAWBK0v9E

https://labrecords.bandcamp.com/track/the-city-is-safe-with-you

https://labrecords.bandcamp.com/track/the-hitchhikers-guide-to-the-fallacy

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tNFzf9zXIKw

„Wir bewegen Inklusion!“ geht in die nächste Runde!

📍 Kongress am Park, Augsburg
🗓️ 08.05.2026 | 11–23 Uhr
🎟️ Eintritt frei

Da kommen inspirierende Speaker*innen, wir erleben #SpokenWord, barrierefreie Mitmachangebote & eine inklusive Party. Inklusion wird hier nicht erklärt - sondern gelebt!

🔗 Programm & Tickets: https://www.eventbrite.com/e/wir-bewegen-inklusion-2026-tickets-1410131624649

#WirBewegenInklusion #Inklusion #Barrierefrei #Teilhabe #Gleichstellung #InklusionErleben #Augsburg #SocialImpact #Inklusion #GemeinsamStark

„Wir bewegen Inklusion!“ geht in die nächste Runde!

📍 Kongress am Park, Augsburg
🗓️ 08.05.2026 | 11–23 Uhr
🎟️ Eintritt frei

Da kommen inspirierende Speaker*innen, wir erleben #SpokenWord, barrierefreie Mitmachangebote & eine inklusive Party. Inklusion wird hier nicht erklärt - sondern gelebt!

🔗 Programm & Tickets: https://www.eventbrite.com/e/wir-bewegen-inklusion-2026-tickets-1410131624649

#WirBewegenInklusion #Inklusion #Barrierefrei #Teilhabe #Gleichstellung #InklusionErleben #Augsburg #SocialImpact #Inklusion #GemeinsamStark

„Wir bewegen Inklusion!“ geht in die nächste Runde!

📍 Kongress am Park, Augsburg
🗓️ 08.05.2026 | 11–23 Uhr
🎟️ Eintritt frei

Da kommen inspirierende Speaker*innen, wir erleben #SpokenWord, barrierefreie Mitmachangebote & eine inklusive Party. Inklusion wird hier nicht erklärt - sondern gelebt!

🔗 Programm & Tickets: https://www.eventbrite.com/e/wir-bewegen-inklusion-2026-tickets-1410131624649

#WirBewegenInklusion #Inklusion #Barrierefrei #Teilhabe #Gleichstellung #InklusionErleben #Augsburg #SocialImpact #Inklusion #GemeinsamStark

„Wir bewegen Inklusion!“ geht in die nächste Runde!

📍 Kongress am Park, Augsburg
🗓️ 08.05.2026 | 11–23 Uhr
🎟️ Eintritt frei

Da kommen inspirierende Speaker*innen, wir erleben #SpokenWord, barrierefreie Mitmachangebote & eine inklusive Party. Inklusion wird hier nicht erklärt - sondern gelebt!

🔗 Programm & Tickets: https://www.eventbrite.com/e/wir-bewegen-inklusion-2026-tickets-1410131624649

#WirBewegenInklusion #Inklusion #Barrierefrei #Teilhabe #Gleichstellung #InklusionErleben #Augsburg #SocialImpact #Inklusion #GemeinsamStark

„Wir bewegen Inklusion!“ geht in die nächste Runde!

📍 Kongress am Park, Augsburg
🗓️ 08.05.2026 | 11–23 Uhr
🎟️ Eintritt frei

Da kommen inspirierende Speaker*innen, wir erleben #SpokenWord, barrierefreie Mitmachangebote & eine inklusive Party. Inklusion wird hier nicht erklärt - sondern gelebt!

🔗 Programm & Tickets: https://www.eventbrite.com/e/wir-bewegen-inklusion-2026-tickets-1410131624649

#WirBewegenInklusion #Inklusion #Barrierefrei #Teilhabe #Gleichstellung #InklusionErleben #Augsburg #SocialImpact #Inklusion #GemeinsamStark

Bull of Heaven – 210: Like a Wall in Which an Insect Lives and Gnaws
#AmbientNoiseWall #Drone #Experimental #Glitch #SoundCollage #SpokenWord #ambient #noise #Denver
CC BY (#CreativeCommons Attribution) #ccmusic
https://bullofheavendc.bandcamp.com/album/210-like-a-wall-in-which-an-insect-lives-and-gnaws

Bull of Heaven – 210: Like a Wall in Which an Insect Lives and Gnaws
#AmbientNoiseWall #Drone #Experimental #Glitch #SoundCollage #SpokenWord #ambient #noise #Denver
CC BY (#CreativeCommons Attribution) #ccmusic
https://bullofheavendc.bandcamp.com/album/210-like-a-wall-in-which-an-insect-lives-and-gnaws

Bull of Heaven – 210: Like a Wall in Which an Insect Lives and Gnaws
#AmbientNoiseWall #Drone #Experimental #Glitch #SoundCollage #SpokenWord #ambient #noise #Denver
CC BY (#CreativeCommons Attribution) #ccmusic
https://bullofheavendc.bandcamp.com/album/210-like-a-wall-in-which-an-insect-lives-and-gnaws

Bull of Heaven – 210: Like a Wall in Which an Insect Lives and Gnaws
#AmbientNoiseWall #Drone #Experimental #Glitch #SoundCollage #SpokenWord #ambient #noise #Denver
CC BY (#CreativeCommons Attribution) #ccmusic
https://bullofheavendc.bandcamp.com/album/210-like-a-wall-in-which-an-insect-lives-and-gnaws

Bull of Heaven – 210: Like a Wall in Which an Insect Lives and Gnaws
#AmbientNoiseWall #Drone #Experimental #Glitch #SoundCollage #SpokenWord #ambient #noise #Denver
CC BY (#CreativeCommons Attribution) #ccmusic
https://bullofheavendc.bandcamp.com/album/210-like-a-wall-in-which-an-insect-lives-and-gnaws

Ich arbeite immer noch im „Zentralarchiv für ungeklärte Schuldfragen“. Abteilung ADAM. #AdamundEva #SpokenWord #Kabarett #Storytelling #DeutscheMusik #Akustik #Akkordeon #Satire #Philosophie #Suendenfall #Geschichte #Humor #Zeitreise #Apfel #Gesellschaftskritik

http://platonischerrebell.com/2026/05/04/adam-mann-oh-mann/?utm_source=mastodon&utm_medium=jetpack_social

Ich arbeite immer noch im „Zentralarchiv für ungeklärte Schuldfragen“. Abteilung ADAM. #AdamundEva #SpokenWord #Kabarett #Storytelling #DeutscheMusik #Akustik #Akkordeon #Satire #Philosophie #Suendenfall #Geschichte #Humor #Zeitreise #Apfel #Gesellschaftskritik

http://platonischerrebell.com/2026/05/04/adam-mann-oh-mann/?utm_source=mastodon&utm_medium=jetpack_social

#silentsunday #littlefreelibrary #DeadAirFresheners #expunkimentalmusic #stjohns #portland #freemusic #spokenword #digitalphotography #may2026 #diy #JeanSmithpainter #JenniferRobin #MacDawg #BobBuckoJr #greenmonkeyrecords #personalarchives #KillPopTarts #nogenerativeai

Dead Air Fresheners continue our St. John's Portland Little Free Library tour with a rocking set of drops on Charleston Ave!

#silentsunday #littlefreelibrary #DeadAirFresheners #expunkimentalmusic #stjohns #portland #freemusic #spokenword #digitalphotography #may2026 #diy #JeanSmithpainter #JenniferRobin #MacDawg #BobBuckoJr #greenmonkeyrecords #personalarchives #KillPopTarts #nogenerativeai

Dead Air Fresheners continue our St. John's Portland Little Free Library tour with a rocking set of drops on Charleston Ave!

#silentsunday #littlefreelibrary #DeadAirFresheners #expunkimentalmusic #stjohns #portland #freemusic #spokenword #digitalphotography #may2026 #diy #JeanSmithpainter #JenniferRobin #MacDawg #BobBuckoJr #greenmonkeyrecords #personalarchives #KillPopTarts #nogenerativeai

Dead Air Fresheners continue our St. John's Portland Little Free Library tour with a rocking set of drops on Charleston Ave!

#silentsunday #littlefreelibrary #DeadAirFresheners #expunkimentalmusic #stjohns #portland #freemusic #spokenword #digitalphotography #may2026 #diy #JeanSmithpainter #JenniferRobin #MacDawg #BobBuckoJr #greenmonkeyrecords #personalarchives #KillPopTarts #nogenerativeai

Dead Air Fresheners continue our St. John's Portland Little Free Library tour with a rocking set of drops on Charleston Ave!

#silentsunday #littlefreelibrary #DeadAirFresheners #expunkimentalmusic #stjohns #portland #freemusic #spokenword #digitalphotography #may2026 #diy #JeanSmithpainter #JenniferRobin #MacDawg #BobBuckoJr #greenmonkeyrecords #personalarchives #KillPopTarts #nogenerativeai

Dead Air Fresheners continue our St. John's Portland Little Free Library tour with a rocking set of drops on Charleston Ave!

An Evening with David Sedaris
Thursday, May 7, 2026, 8pm @ Jacobs Music Center
#comedy #spokenword #sandiegoevents #sandiego

https://www.sandiegoreader.com/events/2026/may/07/an-evening-with-david-sedaris-93cd5d9c/

AfD laut Umfragen vorne! Really???
#kabarett #spokenword #standupcomedy #ChristophSieber
https://youtube.com/shorts/9-Qyh8PkWuc

I am planning a tour of UK #spokenword #openmic #poetry events. So far Birmingham, Bristol, Southampton, London, and Oxford. Soon, Wembley, Brum and Bristol again. Aiming for Leeds/Sheffield in the summer/autumn and Southport/Liverpool/Manchester autumn/winter.

I am planning a tour of UK #spokenword #openmic #poetry events. So far Birmingham, Bristol, Southampton, London, and Oxford. Soon, Wembley, Brum and Bristol again. Aiming for Leeds/Sheffield in the summer/autumn and Southport/Liverpool/Manchester autumn/winter.

I am planning a tour of UK #spokenword #openmic #poetry events. So far Birmingham, Bristol, Southampton, London, and Oxford. Soon, Wembley, Brum and Bristol again. Aiming for Leeds/Sheffield in the summer/autumn and Southport/Liverpool/Manchester autumn/winter.

I am planning a tour of UK #spokenword #openmic #poetry events. So far Birmingham, Bristol, Southampton, London, and Oxford. Soon, Wembley, Brum and Bristol again. Aiming for Leeds/Sheffield in the summer/autumn and Southport/Liverpool/Manchester autumn/winter.

Free download codes:

Mr. El - Writing New Genes

"The most informative album ever."

https://getmusic.fm/l/SjiDMB

#rap #hiphop #spokenword #undergroundrap #oakland #undergroundhiphop #music

"I will love you when no song is playing. I will love you when the song is over." — Andrea Gibson (1975–2025)
What you carry past spectacle is the love that stays.

https://twp.ai/9OUtCK

#AndreaGibson #Poetry #QueerPoetry #LGBTQ #Grief #Love #SpokenWord

Today's music:

Kae Tempest - I Stand On The Line

https://youtu.be/8elRvIxvAqc

#rap #SpokenWord #HipHop #uk #music #np #NowPlaying #MastoMusic

Probably a good day to dig out some stuff from my notes I wanted to recommend:

Dragon Trax have a new release out but don't overlook their previous from a few months back.

A collaborative EP that balances electronics, live instruments and spoken word.

Featuring @socool & @ireless

https://dragontraxuk.bandcamp.com/album/soondaze-ep

#ElectronicMusic #Downtempo #SpokenWord

🇺🇸 Iggy Pop "Free" – 2019

The album leans into ambient textures, jazz-inflected arrangements, and spoken-word elements, creating a sparse and reflective atmosphere. Iggy’s vocal delivery is low-key and contemplative, often closer to narration than traditional singing...

#iggypop #ambient #experimentalmusic #jazzinfluenced #spokenword #alternativerock #vinylcommunity #vinyl #music #vinylrecords #nowspinningonvinyl #nowspinning #nowlistening

🇺🇸 Iggy Pop "Free" – 2019

The album leans into ambient textures, jazz-inflected arrangements, and spoken-word elements, creating a sparse and reflective atmosphere. Iggy’s vocal delivery is low-key and contemplative, often closer to narration than traditional singing...

#iggypop #ambient #experimentalmusic #jazzinfluenced #spokenword #alternativerock #vinylcommunity #vinyl #music #vinylrecords #nowspinningonvinyl #nowspinning #nowlistening

🇺🇸 Iggy Pop "Free" – 2019

The album leans into ambient textures, jazz-inflected arrangements, and spoken-word elements, creating a sparse and reflective atmosphere. Iggy’s vocal delivery is low-key and contemplative, often closer to narration than traditional singing...

#iggypop #ambient #experimentalmusic #jazzinfluenced #spokenword #alternativerock #vinylcommunity #vinyl #music #vinylrecords #nowspinningonvinyl #nowspinning #nowlistening

🇺🇸 Iggy Pop "Free" – 2019

The album leans into ambient textures, jazz-inflected arrangements, and spoken-word elements, creating a sparse and reflective atmosphere. Iggy’s vocal delivery is low-key and contemplative, often closer to narration than traditional singing...

#iggypop #ambient #experimentalmusic #jazzinfluenced #spokenword #alternativerock #vinylcommunity #vinyl #music #vinylrecords #nowspinningonvinyl #nowspinning #nowlistening

🇺🇸 Iggy Pop "Free" – 2019

The album leans into ambient textures, jazz-inflected arrangements, and spoken-word elements, creating a sparse and reflective atmosphere. Iggy’s vocal delivery is low-key and contemplative, often closer to narration than traditional singing...

#iggypop #ambient #experimentalmusic #jazzinfluenced #spokenword #alternativerock #vinylcommunity #vinyl #music #vinylrecords #nowspinningonvinyl #nowspinning #nowlistening