Author Archives: istsfor manity

fleeting arc  a star’s fleeting arc across the nighta bright and obscene refulgencea cold relief buried in that errant eclipticit shapes itself as the sky congeals around it goes on to better thingsdoes not go on at allnow gone consumptivereductiveabsent … Continue reading →

Memorable Stuff I Read This Week Rather, the secret of our success is that we are talented at using information to connect lots of individuals. Unfortunately, this ability often goes hand in hand with believing in lies, errors, and fantasies. … Continue reading →

It Is Little Wonder It is little wonder — this ill wind. We’re the largest exporter of young martyrs. They travel with confidence and exotic lawyers, falling into maggot defences, and jaunty tweeds in cooler weather. All so sanguine. Are you … Continue reading →

Gutbucket In Buffet Time Mutagens remain in the environment. The disaster follows a now familiar course. During the early stages of the emergency clean-up a bestial man cried: I sing in praise of older gutbuckets. I pledge to be benefic … Continue reading →

Shadow Language This fridge arrives with a toothache, and the dialectical fright squad was chop-licking with overwet prosody. It is poor form to be rich and our canines are oversharpened while our molars have ground down to battlefield dust. The … Continue reading →

point of illumination sitting on a box of squirrels smearing graph paper archives with bodily fluids it seems meaningfully aligned with bit rot alooffeldspar arrested in amber something i recovered from the rubble of the present tense presented on mute … Continue reading →

The Tuneless Ballad of Rostay Toonany and Chemo Destrapè (redux) Clowns and claustrophobes both. Masters of microbes and microbiomes—and bonhomie. Too much probiotic nonsense squelching their wheelhouse one day, and they took to fisticuffs. Oh, what a dastardly day for … Continue reading →

Memorable Stuff I Read This Week How empty does your message have to be for a deranged right wing to even have a chance of winning? Of all the epitaphs that may one day be written on the gravestone of … Continue reading →