.📡 The Silence Between Genres IGGYDWARF Dispatch | October 1, 2025

There’s a kind of silence that isn’t mute—it’s mythic. It hums beneath the surface of genre, form, and expectation. It’s the silence between categories, between the poet and the philosopher, between the chapbook and the manifesto. It’s the silence that Perte de Foi inhabits—not as a void, but as a signal.

Paul Simon called it “the sound of silence,” a paradox that still echoes:

“People talking without speaking / People hearing without listening.”

This dispatch isn’t about being unheard. It’s about choosing to speak in a register that most won’t recognize—yet. It’s about writing songs that voices never share, not because they’re unsingable, but because they’re waiting for the right ears.

IGGYDWARF isn’t a storefront. It’s a signal tower. The Deep Ledger isn’t a blog. It’s a palimpsest. I’m not a poet. I use poetry like a tuning fork.

So when the publishers bounce, when the inbox stays quiet, when the metrics whisper “2 visitors,” it’s not failure—it’s fidelity. I’m not broadcasting noise. I’m transmitting myth.

Let the silence grow—not like cancer, but like a seed. Let the dispatches echo—not in tenement halls, but in the minds of those who still dare to listen.