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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 my neighborhood (as in scenes seen from a bicycle) pt.36

Posted on July 1, 2023 by istsfor manity

What I’m Reading: “But having braked all the way to the floor of the valleyit dawned on us the slope we’d have to climband it was night, you on the back of my bike……so you said let’s go home, but … Continue reading →

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nothing with nothing

Posted on June 30, 2023 by istsfor manity

pilgrimage (tanka) fall into rhythmpilgrimage gains momentumcross-hatched sunlight pathrevelations—step by stepconnect nothing with nothing What I’m Reading: “It’s never been my experience that things get more complicated when I walk. On the contrary, everything becomes simpler and clearer.” — Torbjørn … Continue reading →

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gods of destruction

Posted on June 29, 2023 by istsfor manity

Scour + Scourge (tanka) A thick orange sky—Particles falling like ash.The wrath of Vulcan unhinged—Scours and scourges the country.We—the gods of destruction. What I’m Reading: “… this particulate matter, 20 times smaller than the diameter of a human hair, can … Continue reading →

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punch-drunk compass

Posted on June 28, 2023 by istsfor manity

Dismal / Lost There’s the day forming from the darkGreat gray plumes of vapor risingNo horizon line / no distinctionBetween sea and skyA punch-drunk compassTwo fathoms deepNowhere to goGray / dismal / lostUnyielding • What I’m Reading: “In the end, … Continue reading →

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twisted beyond reproach

Posted on June 27, 2023 by istsfor manity

cross-wired (redux) the morality of it doesn’t enter in to any of this we can hold two mutually contradictory ideasin mind at the same time fritillaryherbaceous& compromised as a corpus callosumthat no longer holdsa mind together cross-wired and twisted beyond … Continue reading →

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cavil and caw

Posted on June 26, 2023 by istsfor manity

the diacritics (dada tanka @ n+7) i cavil and cawi eat yams in a yashmak you cough wrath unmaskedyou backhand a cedilla the diacritical—we What I’m Reading: “Sometimes, when I catch myself emptying a bucket of my own shit, butchering … Continue reading →

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our very humanity

Posted on June 25, 2023 by istsfor manity

The Best Stuff I Read This Week “The first cop that handcuffed me / [was my father] / left me bound / till my fingers blued.” — Torrin A. Greathouse / “On Confinement” “What business have I in the woods, … Continue reading →

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(dogs some kids know) in my neighborhood pt. 35

Posted on June 24, 2023 by istsfor manity

What I’m Reading: “Today I often said forest to myself. Truth itself wanders through the forests.” — Werner Herzog / Of Walking In Ice

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temporary artistic ice

Posted on June 23, 2023 by istsfor manity

o function! (white out #35 redux) What I’m Reading: “… human civilisation is an intensely fragile construction. It is built on little more than belief: belief in the rightness of its values; belief in the strength of its system of … Continue reading →

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in my (these) neighborhood(s) pt. 34 (as in some things seen from a bike)

Posted on June 22, 2023 by istsfor manity

What I’m Reading: “Traveling alone, you get to be whoever you want. I don’t mean lie. I mean you get to be a blank slate. You can’t leave behind your skin color, or your height, or the handsomeness or homeliness … Continue reading →

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