The Form of Poetry
There is something quietly transcendent in discovering that poetry breathes according to a rhythm older than language. Before this unit, I had always felt poetry rather than measured it. I…
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The Soul in Collapse
Human civilization has always been a kind of tension, akin to the taut string of a lyre, stretched between two essential notes, that being the individual and the collective, the singular voice and…