Author Archives: istsfor manity

  Blackout Poem 02.03.14 An irritating squirrel says To an umbrella made of stone: “You are a conflation of an Absurdist dialectic. You are an impossible form.” The umbrella sprouts a stratocumulus cloud on its ferrule and floats away. The … Continue reading →

aposiopesis an istsfor manity short film created from flash-cuts from more than a dozen istsfor manity short films made between 2016-2018. “Imagine an eye unruled by man-made laws of perspective, an eye unprejudiced by compositional logic, an eye which does … Continue reading →

where b lillian french? an istsfor manity film, 2016. “Art is a sense of magic.” ― Stan Brakhage

Pandemic Haiku 3 Smog has cleared the sky The crows are strangely quiet Cicadas are mute   “The first person you should think of pleasing, in writing a book is yourself. If you can amuse yourself for the length of … Continue reading →

Aleric’s Panegyric I was listening to Barry White’s Greatest Hits when I got a preprogrammed hit from SM-N900V. So as the Love Unlimited Orchestra swelled to Barry’s “I love you, baby!” the Heliotrope unit beeped and a shot of SM-N900V’s … Continue reading →

From the Academy of American Poets: “The result of a decision made at the UNESCO session in Paris in 1999, March 21 is designated World Poetry Day, a day for cultural organizations, schools, libraries, and publishers worldwide to celebrate the … Continue reading →

flarfish 1: banter squantum Bobby C. was snipping hair when There’s a lot of banter, but if they’re not talking about you that’s good Uber, Smurfs didn’t make annoying banter throughout the ride and his penchant for fingering orifices for … Continue reading →

The Mini Macros at the End of the World I want to live in a bathysphere. The darkness envelopes my diving bell. I’m comfortable in my bathysphere. I’d like to live in my bathysphere. I won’t leave my bathysphere. Underwater … Continue reading →

Nothing Means Something The victims were not drawn from the elites. The earliest surviving epistle asks: What of compassion? During the time of plague: What of abnegation? The outsider is to blame for the epidemic… expulsion, exodus… divine agency… The … Continue reading →

Exiles In the Land of Kakistocracy I.  A Conversation in the Time of Galamatias: Our salad days are filled with bitter herbs and intractable roots — Not so much a salad, but a melange Of weeds and thistles — Indelicate … Continue reading →