Author Archives: istsfor manity

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....

mountain pass blues

Posted on June 14, 2024 by istsfor manity

i got… i got a high clearance head in a low clearance tunnel i got me more mosquitoes to swat than i care for— who’s ever cared for the lowly mosquito i got some fearsome weather on the way, and … Continue reading →

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in this (my) neighborhood pt. 65

Posted on June 13, 2024 by istsfor manity

What I’m Reading: Weightless as anastronautyou float aroundin empty roomsand waitfor the freedomto dowhat youno longerwant to. — Tove Ditlevsen / “Divorce 3”

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second day sore

Posted on June 12, 2024 by istsfor manity

i saw… (haiku) hissing geese chargingprotecting downy goslingsi waved and hissed back six plastered squirrels—on roads they could not cross (sigh!)—i did not join them many hills to climb—huffed and puffed and reached the topsi loved the downhills lawrence, methuen,salem, … Continue reading →

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in this (my) neighborhood pt. 64

Posted on June 11, 2024 by istsfor manity

What I’m Reading: Each fall the raven leaves me his north country, bad weather and promises, his feathers full of summer air, so green it looks black. — James Galvin / “Inheritance”

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peripatetic deep down

Posted on June 10, 2024 by istsfor manity

some miles on don’t know what i’m doingbut i do it just the same if i don’ti’ll never do it i’m fried and looking to restbut i’m peripatetic deep down i’ll put some miles oni’d like to bike 5,000 miles … Continue reading →

the great dying

Posted on June 9, 2024 by istsfor manity

Memorable Stuff I Read This Week Before I arrived to this city, I could feel the depression in my fingertips. It made my fingers tingle. Sadness is the most alive emotion. It gets into your nerves. Its pulses feel like … Continue reading →

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shards and screeds

Posted on June 8, 2024 by istsfor manity

Stalagmite Letters (redux) We ran riot through the archives— Harpies, sharpies and scissorsObliterating collections into piles Of pages triangular—Shards and screeds. (Pursuit of knowledge agnostic) Accretions of stalagmite lettersMonticule in dead air We are the whips cometh—goo goo goojoob! What … Continue reading →

the other shore

Posted on June 7, 2024 by istsfor manity

Languor (redux) His word, his breath,Are merely synecdoche —Ephemeral. Nothing is true in the trueSense of the word. He drifts on the Lethe,Intoxicated by water that transforms —A trip into languor —And never sets foot on the other shore. What I’m … Continue reading →

sound and text

Posted on June 6, 2024 by istsfor manity

broken sprocket (ukiah) the quatrain alchemist squalls—sound and texts complete—cracks the whip alcoholic What I’m Reading: … I have been living in a sort of twilight for months, waiting for night to fall. — Franz Kafka / “The Rescue Will … Continue reading →

deathbed bikinis radiographs

Posted on June 5, 2024 by istsfor manity

desultory tanka (post-travel blues) contralto teamstersintermittent jackhammersconsular teapotsright-wing deathbed bikinisradiographs and lemons What I’m Reading: The problem with depression is that someone else made it, but that person never existed. — Victoria Chang / “Friendship, 1963”