Author Archives: istsfor manity

Sangfroid I-IV i.  The Ashen Landscape “He’s got what?  Days left?  I don’t want to be there when he dies.” “Sangfroid.” “I’m cold-blooded?” “You didn’t wish to come back to the village — to the sea?” “I see… a Rothko … Continue reading →

flarfish 17: innervate coze (Spanish to Persian to English translation version) Even including the building inervacijos This is very important evidence that the potential impact of gravitational loads, Thesis paper joyless. Unpredictable and immeasurable The new goal was to express … Continue reading →

a natural tyrant I have well trod ways of going off the rails. I have multifoliate multivariances and polyvalencies of texts. I have Brakhage films and John Cage bubblegum. I’m gonna chew chew chew ’til my teeth get numb. I … Continue reading →

flarfish 21: weltschmerz tehillim After gaining massive support for her Weltschmerz EP Time also meant organization and as if The prevalent feeling was one of Weltschmerz – a bonafide interest in the other’s slight distortion “You must practice being stupid, … Continue reading →

(click on the play button above and watch my short film “tunnel tuner” above) a volley of musketry carnival barker maladapter man with a green suitcase adopting english weaponry full of bugs that need nesting bugs in search of warm … Continue reading →

Keeper of The Doomsday Clock I am the keeper of the Doomsday Clock. I know what will happen to us. I know how the world ends, but I don’t tell you. I’ll keep you in the dark. I stopped the … Continue reading →

Flarfish 10: woman shadow of a doubt (english to spanish to esperanto to english translation) He told the woman with progressive brightness That a crazy white hat should be a trick of the shadows Shadow of a Doubt … ALL … Continue reading →

Two Views: A Cut-Up Bedtime Story (a found and a cut-up poem) I. X.’s home was a shambles: piles of amber eyes, clouds of fleas and other debris, the ritual heads against our legs; red bodies were discovered – strong … Continue reading →

Flarfish 16: mumpsimus earwig I’m about to die of pleurisy… Take a moment to note the reading and book… For two days I have had these lines stuck in my head… Don’t worry about me around these here parts, but … Continue reading →

Like Drinking Molasses He woke up that night aposiopetic. He spoke in fits. He spoke in starts that ended abruptly. Just as a thought was gathering steam he’d hit a wall and become suddenly silent. He didn’t even taper off, … Continue reading →