Gadflies, Pogos, and Academe. A Rant

Prologue[i] It’s the late twentieth century. A mob of graduate students and professors of philosophy walking through a dark wood come upon a tarnished, weather-beaten plaque set into a crumbling stone wall. It reads: Language can never adequately render the cosmic symbolism of  music, because music stands in symbolic relation to the primordial contradiction and … [continue reading]