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lugs and agitators

Posted on April 6, 2023 by istsfor manity

He’s a Mandarin In A Mandarin, When He’s a Mandarin, Childe Harold interviewed mandarins of all aggregates in Chiggystan about the look of the meat lozenges. This integer, founded in 1979 by Fidel Castro and composed of more than one … Continue reading →

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astral rock glowing

Posted on April 5, 2023 by istsfor manity

Interlude in Wake It is recorded in some musty tome that in 1456 Pope Callixtus III excommunicated the comet to end all comets. A heathen astral rock glowing white-hot as it streaked across the sky. The stars are signifiers. The … Continue reading →

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with a dab

Posted on April 4, 2023 by istsfor manity

Fou! His ambition drained in a scruffof the neck twista meager remembranceof his days spent in a robe His teeth chatteringhe’s on apprenticeshipas ornithologist and taxidermist Fou!says the Pastinserting its fingerin god knows what He slogs knee deepin hummingbird anglestenuous … Continue reading →

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Audrey: July 4, 1935 – April 2, 2023

Posted on April 3, 2023 by istsfor manity

What I’m Reading: “I know simply that the sky will last longer than I.” — Albert Camus / The Myth of Sisyphus and Other Essays

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i drag myself

Posted on April 2, 2023 by istsfor manity

The Best Stuff I Read This Week “… this poem burst forth from my brain like a boot or a god: furious” — Gail Wronsky / “The Moon is in Labor” “… ambiguity creates different contours, curves that are spacious … Continue reading →

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lifetime’s dashed hopes

Posted on April 1, 2023 by istsfor manity

dashed (haiku) counting his fortuneshe amassed a lifetime’s dashedhopes and dreams deferred What I’m Reading: “Dusk—and the shimmer on the seahas quickened and gone still.” — N. Scott Momaday / “Hotel 1829”

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all sex resets

Posted on March 31, 2023 by istsfor manity

Dear Residents, (pt. 3) A gentle reminder that all gerbil removers should be stalled/or emailed to the off-license mandrill. After office hours, please call the froth destroyer. Please do not stop the malformation stalks or call the stalks directly or … Continue reading →

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in (my) this neighborhood pt. 23

Posted on March 30, 2023 by istsfor manity

What I’m Reading: “The world is washedin yellow,& behind eachdoor — another door.” — Marisa Siegel / “Dear Emily”

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called for colors (redux)

Posted on March 29, 2023 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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in (my) this neighborhood pt.22

Posted on March 28, 2023 by istsfor manity

What I’m Reading: “I have nothing to give and make a poor servant,but I can praise the spring.” — Linda Gregg / “Taken By Each Thing”

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