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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....

ride it out

Posted on July 19, 2023 by istsfor manity

Sometimes Unfinished Music (redux) Sometimes I am asked to clarify my positionandI say I’m equidistant to roil and root. Sometimes I am asked to qualify what I meanandI say this hand is love and this hand is hate. Sometimes I … Continue reading →

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this pain early

Posted on July 18, 2023 by istsfor manity

The Best Stuff I Read This Week “Surrounded by people it is very easy to feel alone. Surrounded by penguins, less so.” — Nell Stevens / Bleaker House: Chasing My Novel to the End of the World “I felt this … Continue reading →

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aqi hits 142

Posted on July 17, 2023 by istsfor manity

Medium-Density Amorphous (revised & redux) The longing for home—as lacerations scab & hematomas yellow at the peripheries. The new rain—a month’s worth in two hours / a year’s worth in a day. The geophony of home—how the wind howls at … Continue reading →

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(this week) in this neighborhood pt. 38

Posted on July 16, 2023 by istsfor manity

What I’m Listening To: Le vélo vite réparé (Tour de France, Tour de France) Le peloton est regroupé (Tour de France, Tour de France) — Kraftwerk / “Tour de France”

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an ill wind

Posted on July 15, 2023 by istsfor manity

flood (haiku) caught in an ill windgazing at the dark ceilingwaiting for the flood What I’m Reading: “These hours named sleep, this necessary dark territory we enter alone, is a more startling spell than I can describe.” — Ben Shattuck … Continue reading →

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hot hill kills

Posted on July 14, 2023 by istsfor manity

the last (haiku) fridge cool the morningsfurnace in the afternoonsthe last hot hill … kills! What I’m Reading: “I survived Canajoharie climb …” — T-Shirt on CETC Tour

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bore a hole

Posted on July 13, 2023 by istsfor manity

Flare (The Flat Tire Tanka) Pain can be tiring Heat is excruciating The sun was a flare That bore a hole in our backs We peddled like hollow men What I’m Reading: “FR:Cycle the Erie Canal Tour: Severe weather is … Continue reading →

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will bike less

Posted on July 10, 2023 by istsfor manity

would rather (the tired tanka) biked sixty-five miles beside the erie canal would rather bike less tomorrow i will bike less a mere fifty-five! What I’m Reading: Why kid you—I’m too tired to read. — me

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to sock you

Posted on July 9, 2023 by istsfor manity

The Best Stuff I Read This Week “I was born in the circus. I play the flat man. My voice is flat, my walk is flat, my ironies move flatly out to sock you in the eye.” — Anne Carson … Continue reading →

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in this (bike-centric) neighborhood pt. 37

Posted on July 8, 2023 by istsfor manity

What I’m Reading: “People always getting ready for tomorrow. I didn’t believe in that. Tomorrow wasn’t getting ready for them. It didn’t even know they were there.” — Cormac McCarthy / The Road

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