thee istsfor manity reader

some no reason

in flim fragments i move through the wounds • inside • untethered • a driving bellyache yellow • red 40 blue 2 • jaunty angel song slowed to sludgecore • sludgecore speeds to screed • a thoroughfare delocalized a silence descends • all is flat and gray • corrosive silver sky • botched cul de sacs • all is delusion and deliberate dilettantism and desperation • wheeled hatred in mantles and thistles • inebriate desires deliquesced • hairless and half-dead • once inside at this polarity nothing truly exists • we let it in • i flop into rosary circles each finger straying • wasteland and stretcher-bearers abound • this is all happening for some no reason•

What I’m Reading:

THIS IS WHAT THE END of the world always looked like. Eight lanes of freeway empty and grey in the red light of the setting sun.

— Anne de Marcken / It Lasts Forever and Then It’s Over

Bring to a Boil

(before making soup)

Nothing new to act on this old but I never wait for the firestorm exercise good judgment wait for want want to want want to wait. Want to write what to write you’ve used up all your free time level the maker want marker want even though this sounds like a lot. I know much has to be done done to prove nothingness exists nonesuch and none. Exists. Exit. Exists to be done. Exacting this waiting. Exactly exacting. Existing is waiting. Waiting to be done. Done. Done to be waiting wanting to wait waiting to want to be done done with addenda I’m fine. I drank hot tea all morning. It’s boiling I’m fine.  I’m fine. Ok good go. I’ll see how I feel in an hour we don’t need anything do we we need love need to need knead need what need to wait wanting to need the need to wait. What? Addendum to need what what is it is it need is it want want kneads wait. What do you need? Nothing new to act on age begets wait want begets the firestorm judgment is good. To write. To wait. To want. To want to wait to write again. Simmer. Low.

(after making soup)

What I’m Reading:

Flutter wings flew fly away flew off flutter.

— Anne de Marcken / The Accident

A Long Quadrennial

This is not a planet you want to be on—trying to make sequins of the ineffable.

Try the bipedalon—cedar straightaways—and sprinkle my flaymakers.

This is not a planet you want to be on—layer the burrs on the willful lads and some such.

Try the bipedalon—mutton chop my sincerity whiskers—and say you love the smell.

These are plasters—cover your fledgling cuts with wonder and don’t soil yourself.

Try the bipedalon—a grand hold on your last playlist—play it out through the left speaker.

This is a warning— I screech at the superintendent holding thee syringes.

Try the bipedalon—cedilla straightaways as wrong weavers—spore at bold cedillas.

This is a scud of cretinism—be free—you thinker and imbiber of crease coalitions.

Try the bipedalon—get your backpack—get your censors fixed and your vanity documentaries filmed.

This will be a long quadrennial.

Sequester yourself in snags and scurrilousness.

What I’m Reading:

It was one of her last long essays, and she wrote it at a time when she—like many people now—was shocked, concerned for her country’s future, and wondering how best to respond. 

Americans have voted for a politics of fear, anger, and hatred, and those of us who oppose this politics are now trying to figure out how we can oppose it usefully,” she wrote. She wanted to defend her country but was wary of the potential of outrage to draw well-meaning people into vicious circles of action and reaction. “I’m looking for a place to stand, or a way to go, where the behavior of those I oppose will not control my behavior.”

— Julie Phillips / “The Way of Water: On the Quiet Power of Ursula K. Le Guin’s Activism” / Lithub.com

Beyond Grammar (redux)

Clothes hoist. They can’t stop every time it gets windy or they’ll never finish the job. Don’t disturb Papa. He’ll rage out of the room and throw darts at us. I wish we’d never given him that dartboard as a present—it doesn’t matter how professional grade a set it is. We’re the ones who have been the targets of those darts. Look at that welt on your temple—it still looks angry as hell…

A kind of ode to money for which the widower shines. I’ve been drinking and my alexandrines are sleek by the dozen, she said. Here, look, a whole armada of alexandrines. For food I had guayaba and queso blanco—the breakfast of conquistadors with too much time on their hands, and hairs on their hides. We’ve run out of auto-da-fe candidates, he says. Go bugger yourself, she says. Do you live beyond quotation marks now?

i live beyond grammar and orthography she said
rules are for rabbits dont u know
and philology is the is valium of the gods
i will go on as i wish making myself seen and heard by the dusty corner of our southwest wall
i become unmoored
an a syntacticle mispeleing fer pleashur n shur to pleace no von
im a lower case werd person with nuthin 2 loos

¿Que tu dices?

What I’m Reading:

Feb.10.2022
The river is in crisis, no
horizon dares to go near it. Today
my father is in a small jar.

— Victoria Chang / “Today”

We Are Guilty

Google Maps
Thomas Kincaid painter of light
Tongue from the deli
Conceptual territory
Your Lottery Dream Home

Taylor Swift
Your geographic location
The heft of Le Creuset
These hyperrealist buttons
Self-reflexive language

My morning oats
Unsavory legal documents
Tonal implosions
A splooting squirrel
Your day job

Your pathos
Your jump into the void
Your ambient pronouncements
Your psychedelic squandering
My fish gills

What I’m Reading:

I shape comments
into the state of Utah
and hide my face
in the deer shadows…

— John Coletti / “Shallow Sleep”

[rises]

heat

 colorless

rises

What I’m Reading:

If the laws of science are suspended at the beginning of the universe, might not they fail at other times also?

— Steven Hawking / The Universe in a Nutshell

palimpsests loquated

i lost all my teeth after i registered at the community college • the dictum was flounced airs and a lack of calcium • everly the dredge came by the apartment bearing good tidings and tarwater • mighty good stuff if you know your actuarial tables • our body mass indices were 17.1 combined • stomach contents were prone to tornadic episodes and love was always one casing off • one might say it was all evidence of the presaged flood • the grackles liked to stare at their reflections in the living room window • everly the dredge and i took to the road • westbound • like all the good american palimpsests loquated in the good books of frisson • frisson is a word best uttered by a muted tv • a muted tv is best left turned on • im shaping some rocks in the shape of new teeth • like genesis p orridge teeth • my pretty mouth is gonna shine •

What I’m Reading:

The end of the world happens so quietly. Things as large as glaciers are so quiet.

— Anne de Marcken / It Lasts Forever and Then It’s Over