eleven existential roadblocks 

thee raging undergrowth

the fear bitterness & hatred
the witch fellow falters
the work the starkest darkest &
the most sharply subversive pair of shoes
the wartime years self maneuvered & censored
the jingoistic pension conditional
the use of memory & his own words
the struggling fellow & his eleven existential roadblocks
the ensuing disarray & immiseration
the annoyance laced travails
the low key lighting
the austere camerawork
the crossfade to black
the avant-garde soundtrack

the elbow to the side of the head
the endorsement of filial piety followed by
the kick in the eye
the filth
the pith
the pit

the the

What I’m Reading:

The mobile phone has collapsed the space between private and public language. All language is public now. It’s as if the illusion of public anonymity of the private conversation has been amped up. Everyone is intensely aware of the phenomenon of public cell phone use, most viewing it as inconsiderate, a nuisance. But I like to think of it as a release, a new level of textual richness, a reimagining of public discourse, half conversations resulting in a breakdown of narrative, a city full of mad people spewing remarkable soliloquies. It used to be this type of talk was limited to the insane and the drunken; today everyone shadowboxes language.

— Kenneth Goldsmith / Uncreative Writing

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About istsfor manity

i'm a truncated word-person looking for an assemblage of extracted teeth in a tent full of mosquitoes (and currently writing a novel without writing a novel word) and pulling nothing but the difficult out of the top hat while the bunny munches grass in the hallway. you might say: i’m thee asynchronous voice over in search of a film....
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