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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....

in this (my) neighborhood pt. 42

Posted on September 11, 2023 by istsfor manity

What I’m Reading: “One is borne smoothly over calm blue waters, through the midst of countless forest-clad islands” — John Muir

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twelve million years

Posted on September 10, 2023 by istsfor manity

The Best Stuff I Read This Week “Unique among technologies so far in human history, AI has the potential to make decisions for itself. Though this may invoke Terminator-style nightmares, autonomy isn’t necessarily bad: autonomous cars are likely to be … Continue reading →

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plates grind shift

Posted on September 9, 2023 by istsfor manity

walls come down the couple grouses and whinesabout being bumpedfrom their first class seats— while half a world away thousands dieas tectonic plates grind / shiftand the walls come down… What I’m Reading: “But this is not a poem. This … Continue reading →

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not a thing

Posted on September 8, 2023 by istsfor manity

three time zones away my head is already three time zones awayon the other side of the continenton the far side of stable enabled dependent and enfeebledwhat is it that turns us againsteach other with the facilityof sunrises enshroudedin cloud … Continue reading →

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what you will

Posted on September 7, 2023 by istsfor manity

Your pareidolia / My pneumonia •Hey things could be beautiful•If I understood your semiotics for pulmonary distress•What do you mean you see Jesus’s face on this rye crisp?•Hey things could be beautiful•This wounded choking burning micro plastic forever chemical infused … Continue reading →

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wish you were

Posted on September 6, 2023 by istsfor manity

digesting stars (ukiah•tanka•haiku) the evocation of inksounding delinquentten splotches emitting sound turn on your pivotgraphite screed on a sharp pointblack holographs spreadengravers burp dark matter—speech balloons full of stardust accretion disks cutthe universe in segementswrite: wish you were here What … Continue reading →

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those stare downs

Posted on September 5, 2023 by istsfor manity

I’m Here Alone (redux) The refulgent quality of my psychopomp is only surpassed by my staring into the sun. Psychopomp? Who the hell needs to be led in? I often stare into the sun. It’s the only way I know … Continue reading →

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in this (my) neighborhood pt. 41

Posted on September 4, 2023 by istsfor manity

What I’m Reading: “I am ashamed to keep thinking of deathas a chute that connects to the garbage. I knowI should picture it more like the pneumatic tubes at banks of the past: you put in your name and your … Continue reading →

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your moth-breath

Posted on September 3, 2023 by istsfor manity

The Best Stuff I Read This Week “Climate change is a pandemic that we need to fight quickly. See how fast the degradation of the climate is going – I think it’s going even faster than we predicted … Everyone … Continue reading →

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basting we wilt

Posted on September 2, 2023 by istsfor manity

summer’s cooked (haiku tercets) summer recedingthe dragonflies flit awayfrom your outstretched hands the crows are loudertheir murders more numerousthey blacken the sky broiling and bastingwe wilt under the heatdomesummer’s cooked away What I’m Reading: “While somewhere outside her window,the crooked … Continue reading →

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