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All about Poetry: Sublime, Ridiculous, Useful
Musings on poetry, language, perception, numbers, food, and anything else that slips through the cracks.
"Poetry is a defense of the individual against all the forces arrayed against [them]." --Charles Simic (def: "Vallum": a defensive fortification)