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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....

or your spleen

Posted on April 26, 2021 by istsfor manity

A merry place to lose an eyeball or your spleen. Being splenetic was only the half of it. There was no self awareness. “Lesson Ten: Poets, forget the classical meters, except if it’s to keep you above the breadline.” — … Continue reading →

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make biomorphic art (redux)

Posted on April 25, 2021 by istsfor manity

A Case of Writer’s Block Clodomira could not work on her novel anymore. Her amygdala, congenitally small, blew a couple of nuclei.  That caused a fiber in her subiculum, long frayed, to brown-out.  And down the line, in quick succession, the mammillary … Continue reading →

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gibby’s golden age

Posted on April 24, 2021 by istsfor manity

Making the World Safe for Capitalism You play me “The Internationale” and I’ll stand and sing? Sing what? Sing the anthem? Huh … wha … anthem? Yes, it’s an anthem. I’ll stand and sing. You just play it. I don’t … Continue reading →

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of feral hair

Posted on April 23, 2021 by istsfor manity

had it with what—or the couched girl worked with a story—language angels—wet dashed door never a nobody in terms of feral hair—capitalist lizards—upward themselves let illustrations labor logical—their have is where there’s secret poorhouse—down unwholesome work—shoes in flames—free the working … Continue reading →

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crackle and hiss

Posted on April 22, 2021 by istsfor manity

Another Record Two 33 1/3 rpm records are arguing with each other on Christmas Eve 1992. One record, Casserole by The Tinklers, cedes the polemic to the other—The Shaggs’ Philosophy of The World.  “That’s OK,” Casserole says as it spins … Continue reading →

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are called defeat

Posted on April 21, 2021 by istsfor manity

flarfish #420 (forfend albino) Three pairs of colossal white doors open and close Agent fleabag sorts ALBINO MICE the dark purple ones are called defeat Why do white people tan their skin? Is it self-hatred? One way to keep a … Continue reading →

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not a manticore

Posted on April 20, 2021 by istsfor manity

“Color is not a human or a personal reality; it is a political reality.” —James Baldwin / The Fire Next Time

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up with people

Posted on April 19, 2021 by istsfor manity

(press play button above for my short film: parapraxis) Try the Truth We’ve all had contact with death, or with typewriter bullets resounding. We’ve seen zucchettos falling off heads—miters beatified without popes beneath them—and then sought the refuge of the … Continue reading →

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evil winds blow

Posted on April 18, 2021 by istsfor manity

  (press play button above for my short film: coco oooaaa) scirocco haiku a mitre-less popezucchettos fly off bald patesevil winds blow cold “1. Copy somebody’s style. 2. Fuck it up. 3. Keep fucking it up. 4. Keep really, really … Continue reading →

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your pie hole

Posted on April 17, 2021 by istsfor manity

(press play above to watch my short film: whipping) Overheard In a Dream Haiku “Typewriter bullets,” He says, “I’ll caulk your pie hole, Pink tart a-go-go!” “And life doesn’t last, art doesn’t last; it doesn’t matter.” — Eva Hesse / … Continue reading →

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