Tag Archives: Cut-Up Writing

a soybean libertine

Posted on February 7, 2022 by istsfor manity

All This Planned Imagine a soybean model as one might see at a redeemer’s onstage rage steamroller. I think that was you trying to stay out of your own web. You reduced and hosted ragbag shows for fifteen yogis. Your … Continue reading →

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ain’t making lemonade

Posted on February 6, 2022 by istsfor manity

The Joy Out (an erasure remixed) Sometimes I wander about looking for some sensibleartful words to say—I findI scramblein public domains—I breathe life different—not better or more artfullife into said words— I suck the joy out give you a bushel … Continue reading →

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the grind of

Posted on February 5, 2022 by istsfor manity

bifurcated tanka bifurcated mind•distortion•static•white noise•nails rasp on chalkboardthe grind of plate tectonicslooping endless in my head “Where are we running to, those of us who are so still?” — Ida Vitale / Byobu

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exhaling all creation

Posted on February 4, 2022 by istsfor manity

Frida W.H. My viscera holds all creation / a cornucopia at the edge of blur / all creation / the smudgein my hypnogogia / I am exhaling / all creation / sugar skulls, tripe, & the pelt of the tricksterfox … Continue reading →

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(more) interstices interstices

Posted on February 3, 2022 by istsfor manity

“Be a good steward of your gifts. Protect your time. Feed your inner life. Avoid too much noise. Read good books, have good sentences in your ears. Be by yourself as often as you can. Walk. Take the phone off … Continue reading →

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showiness of ages

Posted on February 2, 2022 by istsfor manity

homebound habits air hot & full of rancor / can’t breathe / the bestial reliquary open on my chest / body full of foul humor / a plague doctor nowhere in sight / fallow fields & mud / so much … Continue reading →

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sweep of darkness

Posted on February 1, 2022 by istsfor manity

Condone / Condemn (i dag är det tisdag) I have no idea what she says, or what tongue she speaks. She doesn’t speak English or Spanish, and that’s all I can muster. I haven’t the slightest idea of what she … Continue reading →

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the old consumers

Posted on January 31, 2022 by istsfor manity

aground …our own worst enemy in this dank sepulcher—made our beds—breathe our own discharges—drunk on permafrost tundra-seeping methane—make it hot—turn the drab orange heat dome up—breath impossible—so my name is hip-priest/king bombogenesis of the waning anthropocene—a wilt-dripping planet hotter than … Continue reading →

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make it ours

Posted on January 30, 2022 by istsfor manity

Bully Boy Racers Boy racers setIn Sevastopol—Grandiloquence& eminence—On the blur frostway line.Two, three,six,ten & o n e (last)One.Boom. Boom.Vroom. ZoomWith a tambor & villainy.Clearing out the countrySide. Who you with, sonny? WhoYou with?I’m with thee manWith the shashkaOut to strafe … Continue reading →

the smudged sky

Posted on January 29, 2022 by istsfor manity

Make it Rain Blighted MayaHip-priest / kingThrottles the sacrifice. Make it rain.Make it rain. Gutter scribe railsPotter shardsIncomplete— Make it rain.Make it rain. Ten thousand talonsShear the smudgedSky. Make it rain.Make it rain. Cries from the deepestCave benightA forest— Make … Continue reading →

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