Monthly Archives: April 2023

in (my) this neighborhood pt. 24

Posted on April 10, 2023 by istsfor manity

What I’m Reading: “Voice of the shopping bagswhirled in the windlike a small quarrybetween its clawsto play with.” — Luis Muñoz / “Oh!”

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get born wrong

Posted on April 9, 2023 by istsfor manity

The Best Stuff I Read This Week “where did the poems go? what is their trouble? what kind of water is i?” — Danez Smith / “anti poetica” “Sometimes people comment on howbeautiful my solitude is and sometimes my solitude replieswith a heart.  It begins to follow the accounts of solitudesthat are half its age.” — Victoria Chang / “Grass, 1967” … Continue reading →

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caroming ball bearings

Posted on April 8, 2023 by istsfor manity

Something Chthonic (redux) I’m not feeling good about all that kyoodling outside. I think there are feral dogs and hyenas circling the house. Closing the circle ever tighter until they get in… I’m cooking up something about the male gaze, … Continue reading →

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he whispers sugarcane

Posted on April 7, 2023 by istsfor manity

at the catholic hospice (redux) my atheist father is tracing lines in the airthey’re shooting at us from the barricades, he saysit’s a half mile away and i felt the bullet fly by my headthe bastards are down from the … Continue reading →

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lugs and agitators

Posted on April 6, 2023 by istsfor manity

He’s a Mandarin In A Mandarin, When He’s a Mandarin, Childe Harold interviewed mandarins of all aggregates in Chiggystan about the look of the meat lozenges. This integer, founded in 1979 by Fidel Castro and composed of more than one … Continue reading →

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astral rock glowing

Posted on April 5, 2023 by istsfor manity

Interlude in Wake It is recorded in some musty tome that in 1456 Pope Callixtus III excommunicated the comet to end all comets. A heathen astral rock glowing white-hot as it streaked across the sky. The stars are signifiers. The … Continue reading →

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with a dab

Posted on April 4, 2023 by istsfor manity

Fou! His ambition drained in a scruffof the neck twista meager remembranceof his days spent in a robe His teeth chatteringhe’s on apprenticeshipas ornithologist and taxidermist Fou!says the Pastinserting its fingerin god knows what He slogs knee deepin hummingbird anglestenuous … Continue reading →

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Audrey: July 4, 1935 – April 2, 2023

Posted on April 3, 2023 by istsfor manity

What I’m Reading: “I know simply that the sky will last longer than I.” — Albert Camus / The Myth of Sisyphus and Other Essays

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i drag myself

Posted on April 2, 2023 by istsfor manity

The Best Stuff I Read This Week “… this poem burst forth from my brain like a boot or a god: furious” — Gail Wronsky / “The Moon is in Labor” “… ambiguity creates different contours, curves that are spacious … Continue reading →

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lifetime’s dashed hopes

Posted on April 1, 2023 by istsfor manity

dashed (haiku) counting his fortuneshe amassed a lifetime’s dashedhopes and dreams deferred What I’m Reading: “Dusk—and the shimmer on the seahas quickened and gone still.” — N. Scott Momaday / “Hotel 1829”

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