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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....

what we control

Memorable Stuff I Read This Week Most Germans in 1933, for example, were not psychopaths. So why did they vote for Hitler? Our tendency to summon powers we cannot control stems not from individual psychology but from the unique way … Continue reading

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consorts to oblivion

the chaff eaters the sages touch upon ritual quarrels that invoke divine nests of bugger birds and brawny brigands / please bring entities to return faith in humanity ‘cause we’re bereft of sustenance and my breathing is labored / another … Continue reading

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the dry cleaning

Primitive Trails From This Point Panda cycling and recycling, panda-demics, and panda demotics. Find yourself in the world of widespread fraud and plate tectonics in response to politic-tonics — those gestures and flourishes that are not of this society, of … Continue reading

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five words short

Billingsgate and Balderdash You are like the tuber of calcaneus, necessary but non-articulating. Without you there is no ambulating me… The things you’ve said to me in your gasps and low moans: “Starting rotation from blackbird…” “They transferred me to … Continue reading

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slogs knee deep

Today, The Past, and Some Night to Come He lives with ephemeral creatures beneath his feet and stanchions around his bed. A case study in diverting his elbow’s loose skin and the stubbing of his tender footing. In the darkness … Continue reading

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videograph your heartache

October Love (redux) A vibrant tuning fork in hand—This is normally a prime time for burrowing a hole in your heart. You tell me to videograph your heartache.You claim that this crowded urban area saps your optimism and your love … Continue reading

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the sky congeals

fleeting arc  a star’s fleeting arc across the nighta bright and obscene refulgencea cold relief buried in that errant eclipticit shapes itself as the sky congeals around it goes on to better thingsdoes not go on at allnow gone consumptivereductiveabsent … Continue reading

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life’s great lie

Memorable Stuff I Read This Week Rather, the secret of our success is that we are talented at using information to connect lots of individuals. Unfortunately, this ability often goes hand in hand with believing in lies, errors, and fantasies. … Continue reading

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not a bot

brain feed tanka i am not a boti’m not an algorithmnot a post-human — won’t wreak enormous damagenot brought to you by ai What I’m Reading: Peace abroad and war at home? It’s an unusual note to strike in an … Continue reading

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this ill wind

It Is Little Wonder It is little wonder — this ill wind. We’re the largest exporter of young martyrs. They travel with confidence and exotic lawyers, falling into maggot defences, and jaunty tweeds in cooler weather. All so sanguine. Are you … Continue reading

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