Diani

Let’s workshop this poem about a man who, by some quirky pheromone or vibration, keeps attracting Gen-Z potheads who like to be choked—choked seemingly for a taste of some private Eden.

Aug 01, 2023

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For updated version, see: https://maistvanjr.substack.com/p/diani-round-2

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“We need books that affect us like a disaster, that grieve us deeply, like the death of someone we loved more than ourselves, like being banished into forests far from everyone, like a suicide. A book must be the axe for the frozen sea within us.”—Kafka (against the safe-space cancel culture pushed by anti-art bullies, left and right)

Diani

Let’s workshop this poem about a man who, by some quirky pheromone or vibration, keeps attracting Gen-Z potheads who like to be choked—choked seemingly for a taste of some private Eden.

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