Author Archives: istsfor manity

pie time at the beat circus (black-out / cut & paste poem #505) tips for taking out the table: making killer a. know how to instill fear if you manage that part anxiety sets in but the pros say you can roll … Continue reading →

black matte spray collimate at the museum of digest feminism Boccaccio quotes have been stricken thru the time to digress was then sometime in the 14th century wrought in yersinia pestis yellow and arte della lana blue centuries before its gabardine … Continue reading →

(press the play button above watch my short film found feet five, as instructed below) found feet poem (lines # 1-13) (as per these instructions: — Use Google Translates Take original poem and translate it to Spanish Take Spanish translation … Continue reading →

Critical Focal Acuity (Fade In) -Series of found moving images as the film racks out of focus -Series of stills: long open highways receding into the horizon line; traffic jammed still; parking lots (these sequences without people in the frames) … Continue reading →

May Day of the Dead I’m hot with fleas, gravid with scabies lice I have a multitude of filo and corona Viruses are best when deflected with oil Impregnated chausibles or warm leatherette On your burning flesh underneath your hair … Continue reading →

black-out/cut-up #430 The most common question people ask is who crushes the spirit. ? I insist on sacred texts, holy stuff. parents my experience shown “Yes” “No one cares if you write, so you’d better. NO ONE in your family … Continue reading →

flarfish 12: orientalia locust Orientalia. In Memoriam “to go about leaping (said of the locust)”  Ancient Near Eastern Texts Relating to the Old Testament .”The Greek Sources of Islamic Scientific Illustrations,” archaeologic black. Black walnut. See Walnut, black. Bottom lands … Continue reading →

case #57 if i jaywalked would you wax lyric and macrophagic? a stay at home order is extended until 5/18 you never stop writing even when you’re not writing viral loads and virtual loafs you don’t post when there’s another … Continue reading →

some lines on youth fucking landscaping company with their jet engine leaf blowers and such… one too many one too blew… fly me in the morning, ‘cause you certainly don’t blow me… you sewer jack, you scum pellet… what’s a … Continue reading →

bitchsplosion “Diluent,” he said at the wall.  Then: “Offing.  Fealty.  Procrustean.”  The wall said nothing.  It remained stolid in its sentry like “Reflection Gray” satin finish. Finish.  Finnish. Finnish:  The wall itself was not, but some fraction of a compound, … Continue reading →