Monthly Archives: January 2021

hmpf!

Posted on January 21, 2021 by istsfor manity

“An Era of Emergencies is bearing down on us. We must now consider, for example, how to organize the last industrial extractions of oil, fresh water, natural gas, timber, metallic ores, and fish in order to ensure our own survival; … Continue reading →

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yes (redux)

Posted on January 20, 2021 by istsfor manity

Yes… You are alive. That’s something. “Doesn’t everything die at last, and too soon? Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?” — Mary Oliver / “A Summer Day”

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doomscroll done take

Posted on January 19, 2021 by istsfor manity

Doomscroll Blues Doomscroll done take my baby away Gotta check the cnn Gotta check the nbc Gotta check the nyt Gotta check the washpost Gotta check the bosglobe Gotta check the miaherald Gotta check the npr Gotta check the abc … Continue reading →

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rankled raffish pincers

Posted on January 18, 2021 by istsfor manity

Three Dreams on a Somnolent Afternoon I. I went under last summer. I was tedious. I was trite. Summer raged. I withstood, until I couldn’t anymore. Lids often closed as I approached. Blinders blinked. It was forever the moment after … Continue reading →

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on a floe

Posted on January 17, 2021 by istsfor manity

last winter haiku god left us alone bodies sharp as icicles adrift on a floe “Knowledge is impossible. We are precisely nowhere, sinking on an entirely imaginary ice floe, into entirely imaginary seas themselves adrift. Then we reel out love’s … Continue reading →

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his destiny manifest

Posted on January 16, 2021 by istsfor manity

Short Entitled Fuse … and in another precinct someone latches on to the idea of redemption — but in this rainy neighborhood, and specifically in this newly repointed brick building, a man (we’ll never learn his name) has confessed to … Continue reading →

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pyramid of being (redux)

Posted on January 15, 2021 by istsfor manity

Parenthetically A god lost in her bathroom finds a door… (to the outside? No) She finds the door to the next life. She burns: “get back, get back to that nebula!”   Not The Steerage Type Steerage is so queer. … Continue reading →

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got pumpkin voodoo

Posted on January 14, 2021 by istsfor manity

the heebie jeebies this is about a poet who writes bird poems — without birds appearing in the poems mouth breathers and thirteen year old prostitutes often appear crying artillery shots echo in the blue distance the poet is a … Continue reading →

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jack-faced and jocular

Posted on January 13, 2021 by istsfor manity

Pill-age Jack-faced and jocular you meant to rob your parents because you needed a shot in the arm. You’d already ransacked your grandmother’s apartment for her pain meds — her doctor wondering how one person could tolerate so many pills: … Continue reading →

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wallow in silence

Posted on January 12, 2021 by istsfor manity

Overheard at the John Cage Symposium Every time there is a large gap on radio or television,John Cage is paid a royalty of $4.33.This is why people sit and listen to rain.I’ll make a presumptive statement…I want to hug this … Continue reading →

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