Monthly Archives: November 2023

nothing saintly there

Posted on November 10, 2023 by istsfor manity

The Dialectic of Finger Traps It is she who lost her hydrogen and must fetishize herself in denial. She has an uneasy remand with her lunchbox: objection, objection! The most remarkable assertion is the dialectic of finger traps, wholly without … Continue reading →

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husks slough yellow

Posted on November 9, 2023 by istsfor manity

nest (tanka) i nest in myself—this atomization anobsessive pursuit—then i step out of myselfmy many husks slough yellow What I’m Reading: “I didn’t know what I was waiting for, but something told me to wait. Another army of sluggish minutes … Continue reading →

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sing and cry

Posted on November 8, 2023 by istsfor manity

my clown shoes i am fanatical + cartoonishi plot hack attacks + duende kidnaps gazing at my navel / sinking in quicksandi am a monstrous clown appropriating a farcical othering of myselfive outgrown my clown shoes a couplet spewer of … Continue reading →

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death of love

Posted on November 7, 2023 by istsfor manity

figure 9. $500 buys you a night’s worth of love:the tiles off-center + off-colorthe music fuzzy + attenuatedcrackles from dented chrome speakersan unspeakable effluence of ammonia + god knows what plate 1. reproduces edvard munch’s the danceof lifeillustration vii. graphs … Continue reading →

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the steel shards

Posted on November 6, 2023 by istsfor manity

no no not the nuggetsnot the steel shards no no not the embedsnot the journalists in tunnelsnot the steel shards no no not the shards of steelnot the shrapnel interceptsnot in this firmamentnot the nuggetsnot the steel shardsnot the husks … Continue reading →

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way of perceiving

Posted on November 5, 2023 by istsfor manity

The Best Stuff I Read This Week “What you make doesn’t have to be witnessed, recorded, sold, or encased in glass for it to be a work of art.” — Rick Rubin / The Creative Act: A Way of Being … Continue reading →

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rocks are punks

Posted on November 4, 2023 by istsfor manity

Patience The sum of laboring on and on (and on)In beginner’s mind.Your perception arcs and a red offenseDescends—you’re taken aback.After further reflection my flexion locks,Fades, and norms dissolve.Each sense serrated, your soul ragged,Your eyes have seen the dark limit.I know … Continue reading →

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here but overcast

Posted on November 3, 2023 by istsfor manity

Purely (de)accessioning Purely accessing the subconsciousWhenSeagulls dive bomb white squirtsThe details and setting un-dreamlikeUnsettlingRandomness determined by preciseAlgorithmsIt’s always here but overcast / hiddenBy a thicker layer of clouds +Eels What I’m Reading: “Art is supposed to be about the constant … Continue reading →

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dead fridge blues

Posted on November 2, 2023 by istsfor manity

the dead fridge blues leads to a whirlwind o’ cooking 3 pizzas (only 2 pictured because I ate the rubberiest one) / Thai coconut chicken with brown rice / a pound of ground turkey / chicken korma with brown rice … Continue reading →

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not the zombies

Posted on November 1, 2023 by istsfor manity

Day of the Dead Prerogative I dreamt of zombies last night. I asked you where you put them: In the garage? You said in the closet. I told you to move my mom’s stuff over and put your stuff in … Continue reading →

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