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Concrete and Barbed Wire.

"For reasons which now sound baroque I needed a degree by the end of that summer, and the English department finally agreed, if I would come down from Sacramento every Friday and talk about the cosmology of Paradise Lost, to certify me proficient in Milton. I did this." --@didiondiary

A poem i wrote in Enochian.

"From the porcelain
petals fall from the daisies
on the piano
as you play Beethoven's Ninth
in the cold desperate night"

--Gerard John Conforti at Ahapoetry

"The truth is that punitive, hysterical religions thrive, while soft, mystical ones must hide their scriptures somewhere in the hot sand." (via Mefi)