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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....

this is coming

Posted on February 27, 2025 by istsfor manity

soon… What I’m Reading: I stand for a long time. I think. I think. I think. I think.It makes the whole world bright and invisible at the same time. — Anne de Marcken / The Accident

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in this (my) neighborhood pt. 83

Posted on February 26, 2025 by istsfor manity

What I’m Reading: ‘Another cargo of eager victims—one almost expects to see Breughel and Hieronymus Bosch cruising the freeways in their rental-company cars.’ — J.G. Ballard / Crash

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martyrs and brandy

Posted on February 25, 2025 by istsfor manity

sloop on a loop kneading each otherthis short flicker filma protest sloop on a loopat a tax and stay caravanaffixed to martyrs and brandythe birthday violationthe fighter as a circlewho gained footage of world expansionthe spiritualist from these broadcasts occasionally … Continue reading →

pitched evoke image

Posted on February 24, 2025 by istsfor manity

American Scree 19 (erasure / blot poem #66) He demons in language.During his compositions not to cognition The letters instead The letterskind of flashycorrespond to kindof potential colors,whose called for colors, high pitchedevokeimage lights imagery,a whole kind of citydistanced from emphasis … Continue reading →

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color of waiting

Posted on February 23, 2025 by istsfor manity

Memorable Stuff I Read This Week Every line of serious work that I have written since 1936 has been written, directly or indirectly, against totalitarianism and for democratic Socialism, as I understand it. — George Orwell / “Why I Write” … Continue reading →

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but take it

Posted on February 22, 2025 by istsfor manity

a cemetery assortment a wedding for a cemetery assortmentof chests hired to capture crab apples worldwideapples with no stunt-phrase or apple handlersthe cast—including a fifty-five-year-old forest of dreck during the eight sublime shares spliced by ages with runways in jumbles … Continue reading →

a crystallized heart

Posted on February 21, 2025 by istsfor manity

keys (ukiah+) you have the keys to the bluesa crystallized heartthen a violent recoil a wanderlust driven by loss of wonder What I’m Reading: It’s all a big Tootsie Pop. I’ve never made it without biting. — Sam Tallent / … Continue reading →

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open 24 hours

Posted on February 20, 2025 by istsfor manity

Signs & Legends (redux) There is no legacy in semiotics, she thought—nothing to tether to—not land, historical connection, cultural heritage—it was a deep deracination. She found no reason for planting any of her own signs, for setting her own roots, … Continue reading →

fat and butter

Posted on February 19, 2025 by istsfor manity

Spot Embarrassment You want in on the joke? Resting on smokes of joke, bunk, and stride, which are encased in cement, it seems outlandish, the diminutive creams seem to belong more to the manicured liars. The Orange Liar — thee … Continue reading →

hot hot heat

Posted on February 18, 2025 by istsfor manity

Nonsense As Per the Review of American Flag Bows: The courtesy superintendents are preparing for orange affection by moving aggressively against broccoli-haired stormers of good sense. Don’t hover about, lover, make yourself useful and burn your ballot before the Garfish … Continue reading →