lapses of ‘em neural synapses

trash dash: manhattan ii.


polyphonic dream vision

sonorous in plastic tubing

limned transducers and sound scriptures

in a garden of minimal fences


sonic spaces expand

from properties shaped

of bird-like sounds


the genesis of silver clouds

and chance-based tape collages

squall of rainforest insects and birds


these are the hazy processes

at the intersections of evocative

seams and anticausal

textural resonances


helium pillows fuzz

with electronic modifications

titled: variations 1 – 53


“Do it everyday for a while,” my father kept saying. “Do it as you would do scales on the piano. Do it by prearrangement with yourself. Do it as a debt of honor. And make a commitment to finishing things.”

 Anne Lamott

About istsfor manity

i'm a truncated word-person looking for an assemblage of extracted teeth in a tent full of mosquitoes (and currently writing a novel without writing a novel word) and pulling nothing but the difficult out of the top hat while the bunny munches grass in the hallway. you might say: i’m thee asynchronous voice over in search of a film....
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