Monthly Archives: March 2024

i know grief

Posted on March 31, 2024 by istsfor manity

Memorable Stuff I Read This Week I need to speak about living roomwhere the land is not bullied and beaten toa tombstone — June Jordan / “Moving towards Home” In The Origins of Totalitarianism, Hannah Arendt remarked that we repeat … Continue reading →

are losing time

Posted on March 30, 2024 by istsfor manity

patho-cronismos haiku ice caps disappearthe earth’s rotation slows downwe are losing time What I’m Reading: Climate change is starting to alter how humans keep time. An analysis published in Nature on 27 March has predicted that melting ice caps are … Continue reading →

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lost the plot

Posted on March 29, 2024 by istsfor manity

Sanctioned by the Association of Urologic Twee (redux) (Fade Out / 8 channels of noise : one channel of noise drops out every 30 seconds until there is silence) Voiceover In Search Of A Film: Soft antennae entertainment turned minds … Continue reading →

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on the heart

Posted on March 28, 2024 by istsfor manity

Mise en Squalor + Plagues This is a mise en abyme of a mise en abyme in a mise en abyme. This is historical quicksand. What of the Inquisition kitchen? A fungus settled on the heart. The Great Deficiency of … Continue reading →

in this (my) neighborhood pt. 57

Posted on March 27, 2024 by istsfor manity

What I’m Reading: The bicycle wheel is one of the strongest of all human contrivances, capable of supporting approximately four hundred times its own weight. In theory, a buffalo could pedal a bike without the wheels buckling under the load. … Continue reading →

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can’t see me

Posted on March 26, 2024 by istsfor manity

Identity Reconstruction Tanka Now you see me, nowyou don’t. I’m lost to myself.Even I can’t seeme. These are the places Ilived. This is the art I made. What I’m Reading: Some beauty is visible only when abutted by banality. Spots … Continue reading →

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air is electrified

Posted on March 25, 2024 by istsfor manity

harvest broaster chicken on speed dialfans oscillating from every cornerdust devils gyring in the living roomthe fridge texts — low on oat milk house heaves a sigh of desperationwants to set upon squarely on a witchbut they’re far and few … Continue reading →

makes no difference

Posted on March 24, 2024 by istsfor manity

Memorable Stuff I Read This Week If God is a man, he could never understand the mundane threats women experience every single day of our lives. — Bora Chung / “Maria, Gratia Plena” / Your Utopia When the warming ocean … Continue reading →

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i bit into

Posted on March 23, 2024 by istsfor manity

After Gas Huffing (redux) Cold in my tent last night—Moved away from the creekCloser to the fire.I heated up the plastic Jesus—Placed it soft and hotOn my abdomen.Cold again this morning—I bit into the messiah—No sign of life. What I’m … Continue reading →

i’m going coronal

Posted on March 22, 2024 by istsfor manity

Dada Poofa Proofs A feint, then a faint. Deception became an instructor. I’ve an iconic hare that stands sentinel and immediately cups my hair as it sheds. I shed often. I’ve a silky laconic manner about me. I once subcontracted … Continue reading →

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