Tag Archives: Cut-Up Writing

i love you

Posted on June 10, 2022 by istsfor manity

Look Dearest Chunky . . . Look, I love you but you confound me with your densities and your spherical obloquies and your polyvalent arrowheads and pesky schemes. I implore you to modulate your frequencies and impractical maths . . … Continue reading →

use the skins

Posted on April 27, 2022 by istsfor manity

Excerpts from My Inbox A serious mistake was made giving less than 24 hours-notice … We have a cat and a charming baby … I would describe it as a dark comedy I suppose … Creamy white leather sofa–like new … Continue reading →

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this isn’t paradise

Posted on April 17, 2022 by istsfor manity

Phantom The amplitude of echoesFunction like a phantom limb Glucose seeps into the cellsSmell of white gas and charcoal A swale once full of shoulder depth snowDid you know Frazil are ice crystalsFormed in turbulent water, as in swiftStreams or … Continue reading →

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the upper bout

Posted on April 16, 2022 by istsfor manity

Finale of Seem (redux) It’s all about noise. About the back and forth of improvisational counterpoint — an F flat ostinato call here, an arpeggio of the B scale in response there… like the scale of wildfires and flash flood … 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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articulations & agreements

Posted on March 19, 2022 by istsfor manity

Beyond Set (Ñackets 2) Thesis paper joyless—After the injection of potassium bromidethere is no Marcela right-wing jet set.After stimulation to the heartuploaded their gelatinous set.It’s unpredictable and immeasurable.The new goal to express their defenses (set)—immaterial & pileated & your articles,articulations … Continue reading →

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Don’t D-76 / Don’t Stop / Don’t Fix

Posted on March 17, 2022 by istsfor manity

This ritual: its repetition is liturgical. A call and response in absentia. There is no rejoinder. There is no “and also with you.” What I’m Reading: “One form collective crime takes is marriage.” — Kathy Acker / Empire of the … Continue reading →

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guilty bystanders we

Posted on March 16, 2022 by istsfor manity

g.b.w. guilty bystanders we?bystanders guilty we!we guilty bystanders. What I’m Reading: “’Now,’ he said, ‘I’ll by God show them how ugly the Ugly American can be.’And he breaks out all the ugliest pictures in the image bank and puts it … Continue reading →

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first world cavils

Posted on March 9, 2022 by istsfor manity

Raft of Tires Let us go then, you and I… Like a patient… lobotomized with Trotsky’s ice-pick. Let us go, through certain half… dim back-alley Havana streets where “los gusanos” dare to meet—away from the teeth of the revolution. Let … Continue reading →

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then a crash

Posted on March 6, 2022 by istsfor manity

Happy House — install threshold 4/10Called at 3:41 when banging/noise began and apprised X., but as it stopped after a couple of minutes (and hoping it wouldn’t recur) I suggested I’d call back when it started again. — test stain … Continue reading →

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