Tag Archives: Chance Operations

cut and paste

Posted on November 24, 2022 by istsfor manity

Hegemonic Extirpation Day Blues It’s a ragged sort of heat. The call of the west again. Then a discomfiting sort of rain. It’s my first day out of the house in nearly three weeks. Just 2 days ago I was … Continue reading →

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my amygdala grates

Posted on November 23, 2022 by istsfor manity

The Apotheosis of the Crab What if what I wanted to write what didn’t need to be written? What is this strange atmosphere that has settled over me? One of my holy ghosts has scrammed for a patch of stratocumulus, … Continue reading →

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in my neighborhood pt.19

Posted on November 22, 2022 by istsfor manity

What I’m Reading: “If developing countries can not pay their debts everyone will suffer. If we do not take care of poorer countries the well-being of richer countries is not going to last and we will not be able to … Continue reading →

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does not work

Posted on November 20, 2022 by istsfor manity

Uh… This system does not work. Desist. What I’m Reading: “Soon enough me and the United States of America will be dust.” — Meg Ramey / Begin By Telling

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swagger of hope

Posted on November 19, 2022 by istsfor manity

i dreamt i dreamt myself into beingat the aperture of solitary sanguinityit was somewhere near the sunfor i felt the furnace heat the cold tried to muscle throughbut it was kept at bayin darkness i dreamt myself into a foray … Continue reading →

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trouble falling asleep

Posted on November 18, 2022 by istsfor manity

The Vow (redux) He read that men who have trouble falling asleep have a twenty five percent chance of dying earlier. He vowed to never sleep again. What I’m Reading: “We must look death in the face, recognize and accept … Continue reading →

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your morning ablutions

Posted on November 17, 2022 by istsfor manity

Bade an Aubade to Bad (redux) You must remember an aubade is a poem or piece of music appropriate to the dawn or early morning.You must remember your rituals—your morning ablutions.You must remember the wine colored stains on the walls … Continue reading →

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he had rounds

Posted on November 16, 2022 by istsfor manity

Work (redux) Darkness begat a child—His name was Death.He had rounds to make,Appointments to keep,And so he went to work. What I’m Reading: “There’s something indecorous about measuring a corpse for their coffin, like measuring the inseam of a man’s … Continue reading →

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gimcrack tchotchke addict

Posted on November 15, 2022 by istsfor manity

Signs & Legends 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, for … Continue reading →

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in this neighborhood pt.1

Posted on November 14, 2022 by istsfor manity

What I’m Reading: “And not one will know of the war, not oneWill care at last when it is done. Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree,If mankind perished utterly; And Spring herself, when she woke at dawnWould scarcely … Continue reading →

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