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sharp even here

Posted on April 15, 2022 by istsfor manity

Rasped Haiku Her sickness resolved—Distilled, rasped clean by feverDreams, sharp even here. What I’m Reading: “No star burns forever . . . the world will eventually literally end.” — Emily St. John Mandel / Sea of Tranquility

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your local listings

Posted on April 10, 2022 by istsfor manity

Time is a distillation Coincidence is a construct Check your local listings What I’m Reading: “Too late now to keep the polar cap from melting. Venice subsides; South America explodes.” — John Barth / “Two Meditations”

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see for yourself

Posted on April 9, 2022 by istsfor manity

Cloud Enjambments I’m the worst when it comes to fixingLeaks, see for yourself.I’ve seen maps with circularWalls. I love color jet packs. But you’ll need paperFor a lively discussion with a white stripeDown the middle of perception. PointillistDots and washes … Continue reading →

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how to proceed

Posted on April 8, 2022 by istsfor manity

Algorithmically Filtered Prose Poem Farrago or: How ‘da Machine Reads My Handwriting HAD I BECALE DE FANTASTICALLY LOSTMANCULE AVE BEEN LOST TOR SOME TIME – DECADE,• ACTUALLY – IN A LARAAINTA. MY OWN MAKING I DIDNT DEVE THIS MINATION IN … Continue reading →

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of the shadow

Posted on April 6, 2022 by istsfor manity

The Death of Tane Then there was the sickness—So hot.The vault of heaven darker,Then darker still,A black sunAt end.It was succeeded by the shadowOf the shadow—SpreadingNearer and nearer to the pin prickOf lightDestroyed.Distant,To the west,A white effluent—Soft and yielding—Fades. What … Continue reading →

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images and text

Posted on April 1, 2022 by istsfor manity

April is the Cruellest… This is what April will look like . . .Easily digestible thoroughly detestable, or: Make your own favorite artist inspired project: You might glue colored papers into Sister Corita Kent style shapes and write aphoristic sentences … Continue reading →

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blow on pinwheels

Posted on March 26, 2022 by istsfor manity

Pell-Mell Into Some Fusillade Overheard at the artillery field… Let’s take out that minuscule target with a 240 mm cannonade.No need to sight anything let’s just shoot willy nilly.Let’s just load them up and fire and screw the captains and … Continue reading →

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roots everywhere your

Posted on March 25, 2022 by istsfor manity

Potting Shed Notes from Around the World WOEFUL YOUWoUD yOu LIKEToPETICULATE ABOUTSPREAINE AND POTTING DEROOTS EVEREWHERE YOUrTENTACLES REACHTAUFTUE PAIS AHD PGaPRaGALDATA DF SPEAR FOR THECLAROGET DOWNON PIE FLAT EROUNDLATRIYR BAD SELF AND YOURINTEGUMENTS BOUNDHUNZUHATZ MELLI What I’m Reading: “The worst … Continue reading →

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is no sleep

Posted on March 22, 2022 by istsfor manity

Is Sleepless Holograph A slack holograph lives hereIt pulses enigma and horrorIt is, to obliterate all,Missing a watchman—There is no byproductThere is no “is”— There is hornet and horsefly. There is no sleep—Sleep eludes us. What I’m Reading: “… my … Continue reading →

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your right plugholes

Posted on March 21, 2022 by istsfor manity

It’s my dream / Well it scares me! Would you, could you, please, at least write 100 words as a draftee peasant to your rest-home workshop. Stretch your lenses out so they penetrate the air— the airships that pour out … Continue reading →

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