Monthly Archives: March 2020

Speak! Call for a Restart The cerulean welkin rang in the plenary session of geraniums (about to feast on saltimboca) to session as the ether-tinged clouds parted. Dutch masters buggered their tulip clippings before the opening of the futures market, … Continue reading →

Pandemic Laments My depression is deeper than yours. My existentialism is darker. You have Kierkegaard. I have Sartre. My nihilism is bleakest. I can’t imagine Sisyphus happy. “I, quite unexceptionally, distrust the publishing marketplace as saying anything about a person’s … Continue reading →

flarfish 2: three green plastic soldiers out front between four types of plastic army men, distinguished by  References; 5 external links… of two resources to build comrades, he carries a pair of G-1 plastic quart canteens, “green plastic army men” … Continue reading →

What Ails You? “Mama? What’s a welkin? Is that like a pickle?” “No, dear. It’s the vault of the sky. The firmament, you know?” “Is that like something permanent, Ma? “No… It’s Satan! Satan! Satan! Satan!” The clouds part and … Continue reading →

Elizabeth R. Fischer/National Institute of Allergy and Infectious Diseases’ Rocky Mountain Laboratories   Pandemic Haiku 4 Sunlight sharp as nails Through the hospital window Reveals a black barb emarys / Getty “Humans have to realize they’re not individuals, but individual … Continue reading →

  Blackout Poem 02.03.14 An irritating squirrel says To an umbrella made of stone: “You are a conflation of an Absurdist dialectic. You are an impossible form.” The umbrella sprouts a stratocumulus cloud on its ferrule and floats away. The … Continue reading →

aposiopesis an istsfor manity short film created from flash-cuts from more than a dozen istsfor manity short films made between 2016-2018. “Imagine an eye unruled by man-made laws of perspective, an eye unprejudiced by compositional logic, an eye which does … Continue reading →

where b lillian french? an istsfor manity film, 2016. “Art is a sense of magic.” ― Stan Brakhage

Pandemic Haiku 3 Smog has cleared the sky The crows are strangely quiet Cicadas are mute   “The first person you should think of pleasing, in writing a book is yourself. If you can amuse yourself for the length of … Continue reading →

Aleric’s Panegyric I was listening to Barry White’s Greatest Hits when I got a preprogrammed hit from SM-N900V. So as the Love Unlimited Orchestra swelled to Barry’s “I love you, baby!” the Heliotrope unit beeped and a shot of SM-N900V’s … Continue reading →