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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 Astronomer

The People of Distress


Ponytail fusses with her acrylic / nails, paints them in Onyx Licorice.

Rouse Hill

"It"s Fair"

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.

Charlotte Street

Practicing Vigilance

Conformists are the gate keepers of both the establishment and anti-establishment orders.