When a few fateful re-tweets put me into contact with Egyptian-American poet and ‘seeker’ Yahia Labadidi, I never expected to come across a work with such suave girth.
Any real learning is contingent upon judicious digression.
The Prayer, The Fortieth Day, & Open House
Clouds Afternoon Jazz Sprinkles
Simone Weil’s “hell” sounds like my concept of conformity: hell is an illusion of being–appearance, semiotics, that which conforms to a construct but without true obedience.
I am roughly five months along, as I am writing this.
The People of Distress
Ponytail fusses with her acrylic / nails, paints them in Onyx Licorice.
Waterfield is a direct descendant of postmodernist Denise Levertov.
No system can endure perfection.
My poems want to rescue you but are often only able to watch.
Conformists are the gate keepers of both the establishment and anti-establishment orders.
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