All men must die, but death can vary in its significance. The ancient Chinese writer Szuma Chien said, "Though death befalls all men alike, it may be weightier than Mount Tai or lighter than a feather." To die for the people is weightier than Mount Tai, but to work for the fascists and die for the exploiters and oppressors is lighter than a feather.
This page went on an unprecedented 19 day hiatus. There's shit to do.
As it exists today, delegating work is essentially impossible even in absense. Operating this website demands a set of skills, none of which alone are particularly difficult, but together represent a significant barrier for most volunteers. (For example, as it stands, a temporary would need to be able to use the command line.) This has repeatedly created situations in which this website has laid dormant for a period of days at a time while I resolve whatever personal problem distracted my attention from here.
A headless CMS is required to overcome the various significant shortcomings of static-site generators like Jekyll (which Pb uses). This would faciltate other people (we'll figure out a system) to go to a website and post stuff without needing to ask me about it. None of this shit makes sense and I don't really know what I'm talking about anyway.
Other news: these poems are from the most recent submissions and we'll catch up as quick as makes sense. Malloy has a book out. Strapi sucks.
Thank you sincerely for the support I've enjoyed throughout this period. The regards, DMs, and material support were a surprise and extremely appreciated. (If you don't know what's going on, it's that one of the editor's parents is in the hospital with something terminal. Update: They died. I'm fine)