Author Archives: istsfor manity

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....

articulations & agreements

Posted on March 19, 2022 by istsfor manity

Beyond Set (Ñackets 2) Thesis paper joyless—After the injection of potassium bromidethere is no Marcela right-wing jet set.After stimulation to the heartuploaded their gelatinous set.It’s unpredictable and immeasurable.The new goal to express their defenses (set)—immaterial & pileated & your articles,articulations … Continue reading →

The Bullyboy Creep

Posted on March 18, 2022 by istsfor manity

Thee Bullyboy Creep Bullyboy in turtleneck aplombStringing z’s together in an endless creepCreep o’ the centuryCreep o’ the weekDo thee Bullyboy Creep What I’m Reading: “We have the capacities for understanding and, at the same time, we understand nothing…” — … Continue reading →

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Don’t D-76 / Don’t Stop / Don’t Fix

Posted on March 17, 2022 by istsfor manity

This ritual: its repetition is liturgical. A call and response in absentia. There is no rejoinder. There is no “and also with you.” What I’m Reading: “One form collective crime takes is marriage.” — Kathy Acker / Empire of the … Continue reading →

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guilty bystanders we

Posted on March 16, 2022 by istsfor manity

g.b.w. guilty bystanders we?bystanders guilty we!we guilty bystanders. What I’m Reading: “’Now,’ he said, ‘I’ll by God show them how ugly the Ugly American can be.’And he breaks out all the ugliest pictures in the image bank and puts it … Continue reading →

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i say blue

Posted on March 15, 2022 by istsfor manity

Sour (redux) Something in the magic of the sour blueberries and yogurt made the start of the day feel somewhat violet—or should I say blue. No. Go ahead and say blew. The day blew before it really got started. She, … Continue reading →

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seeds of dissension

Posted on March 14, 2022 by istsfor manity

The Movement of Fear We are a great school of fish. Teenager proxy finds the way in—into the circle of grace—plants the seeds of dissension. Chances are it won’t be us. Teenager strange face finds a rat covered in grim … Continue reading →

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watch your peripheries

Posted on March 13, 2022 by istsfor manity

Ñackets This is the movement of fear… Watch your peripheries… What I’m Reading: “As a teenager, poetry became the way I created space between wounds.” — Naomi Ortiz / “Crip Ecologies: Complicate the Conversation to Reclaim Power”

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the panes bow

Posted on March 12, 2022 by istsfor manity

Cracks (Haiku) Sleet pelts the windowThe panes bow in with each gustCracks appear and spread What I’m Reading: “I waited half an hour of word sludge.” — William S. Burroughs / The Ticket That Exploded

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the closed circuit

Posted on March 11, 2022 by istsfor manity

Flooded / Parched The things that were deleterious to her health were the things she enjoyed most in life. She found her life an endless set of binary “yes or no’s”—multivariate options always at the “0” or “1” click or … Continue reading →

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why don’t people

Posted on March 10, 2022 by istsfor manity

SQUALL The long winter was the cause. He hit the snow plow driver with a shovel. He cut the man’s brow deeply over his left eye. A neighbor said: “Incidents like this don’t usually occur in this neighborhood.” Another said: … Continue reading →

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