Author Archives: istsfor manity

film drama is the opium of the masses dziga vertov’s  camera eye has detached its retina –   click, whir –   a reddish yellow mass of seething altered state   kino-kism: glowing white-hot to-blue eye,   the whirring swallows … Continue reading →

trash dash: manhattan ii.   polyphonic dream vision sonorous in plastic tubing limned transducers and sound scriptures in a garden of minimal fences   sonic spaces expand from properties shaped of bird-like sounds   the genesis of silver clouds and … Continue reading →

at the catholic hospice my atheist father is tracing lines in the air they’re shooting at us from the barricades, he says it’s a half mile away and i felt the bullet fly by my head the bastards are down … Continue reading →

Trash Dash: Manhattan Trash dash on a two hour meter A ham and cheese croissant and pilfer Your heart which has grown fibrous — Dry and cleansed of particulate love — Full of granular lunacy and roiling Pathic are your … Continue reading →

A Case of Writer’s Block Clodomira couldn’t 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 … Continue reading →

The Texture of His Body His fragrance remained in the room when he left, and she picked up notes of Ambien and gin. He turned into a dragon and blew smoke up his own ass: in this manner he floated … Continue reading →

Oh Holy Fog The raga swirls about her bare white room creating eddies of sound that fill the corners and cover the ceiling with paprika and saffron hues. A nebula forms around her head, orbits about and congeals into a … Continue reading →

watch one of my found cut-up films above Lap Dissolves Fade In: I don’t remember going to my first movie.  I am told it was Dr. Zhivago in the Spring of 1966.  I was 2-years-old.  During the intermission my mother … Continue reading →

Oye, Hermano:  Ode To My Unknown Half-Brother Oye, hermano, We share the stuff of life; In us flows the destinies of madness And abuses most sharp:   Self-abuse, self-abasement, Self-abnegation, self-aggrandizement, Self-atonement.   We are mad with missile crises,  And … Continue reading →

A Rare Delectation He woke up with the Spinners’ “I’ll Be Around” spinning in his head.  He had this dream 1,822 times since seeing their performance on that Saturday morning in 1973.  The gold and ruddy light of it.  The … Continue reading →