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....

flarf foo for

Posted on August 23, 2021 by istsfor manity

flarf foo for henri (clerisy pleurisy) a mourning veil a thin membrane a condolence card pulped in rain the literati daisy chaina bottle of cloven-foot skronk hear the krang of the washtubthe whiddle of the fiddle a simple onetwothree wheezei … Continue reading →

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cold and liminal

Posted on August 22, 2021 by istsfor manity

Ossuary (Haiku) Ossuary hall—A muzz of dry voices rasp—Cold and liminal. “The garden’s lilies have started to rotSo who is the corpse being carried from the house” — Guillaume Apollinaire / “The Lady”

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annealed

Posted on August 21, 2021 by istsfor manity

“I sometimes think of what future historians will say of us. A single sentence will suffice for modern man: he fornicated and read the papers. After that vigorous definition, the subject will be, if I may say so, exhausted.” — … Continue reading →

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we are refluxing

Posted on August 20, 2021 by istsfor manity

Abecedarian: The Qua of Qui Allow me to tell you—as of the who—a liturgy of finely grained righteousness cleansed, folded and articulated: Bestial birth canals and unguents squeezed from bodies now desiccated— Concupiscent casuistry led us to our troubles Delineated … Continue reading →

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straight-line gash

Posted on August 19, 2021 by istsfor manity

The Walkman Chronicle My father disappeared into the basement in search of the wine. Lois and I stood in the vestibule staring at each other. Silence. “Oh, darling, come here. I got some schmutz on your face,” Lois said. She … Continue reading →

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abyssal in lisle

Posted on August 18, 2021 by istsfor manity

The Cabbaged Moon La lune jejune (y perturbada) Ghosts clogging the liminal spacesEthers from an agonal breathSleep descends Heavy Abyssal in lisle-like sheenBarbaric (without the pantaloons) “I mean Negative Capability, that is, when a man is capable of being in … Continue reading →

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germ of everything

Posted on August 17, 2021 by istsfor manity

These Findings In the dust motes of the sea—In the rains of seeds—The germ of everything,A death blow averted. “When you paused for a poemit could reshape the dayyou had just been living.” — Naomi Shihab Nye / “Every day … Continue reading →

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hours of derision

Posted on August 16, 2021 by istsfor manity

the bully pulpit twaddle i am an american—the imprimatur of power, panache and a modicum of common sense —the mighty illegitimate master of meretriciousness—if i break ground here there is annunciation and caffeinenated twaddle—would you pass the elephantine hours of … Continue reading →

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riddles and baffles

Posted on August 15, 2021 by istsfor manity

Queen Travis Meets Whit Fictions Queen Travis declaims that feculence has nothing to do in this affair. She says: “I was bequeathed a third rate hand me down in consignment and inquisitiveness—a loan from dog. I’ve got the scrabble tiles … Continue reading →

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smog has cleared

Posted on August 14, 2021 by istsfor manity

Pandemic Haiku 3 (redux) Smog has cleared the skyThe crows are strangely quietThe cicadas mute “This is a standard complaint of the right: the real victim is the racist who has been called a racist, not the victim of his … Continue reading →

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