Tag Archives: Cut-Up Writing

time and detuned

Posted on January 28, 2022 by istsfor manity

1985 – 2022 The indolence of stay-at-home drinking. The lack of squeeze in this bottle. Pleased to meet me—pleased to cleft myself. I clean myself in the mirror… It was sometime around 1985 and there were misdemeanors in my motherland’s … Continue reading →

lamé strait-jacket

Posted on January 27, 2022 by istsfor manity

fissure sophistry (flarfish #49) the fissure for the half-sister in the late 1940sthe recurrent glandthe lamé strait-jacket where the nub meets the timbershe shows herself capableerratically advertisingsometimes disappearing the servicemanthe bookmarksthe timpanist(again)lived togetherin common-layerbas-relief in some arms illegalnon-biplane propellerflirting with … Continue reading →

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the gutter beat

Posted on January 26, 2022 by istsfor manity

deus ex machina pt. 2 deus in the wings, taking hits off the fog machine, directs with shakespearean aplomb deus as the hole in the sole of your quotidian shoes in the gutter beat deus as the syncopation of your … Continue reading →

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in dim-light

Posted on January 25, 2022 by istsfor manity

deus ex machina the deus ex machina falls through the trapdoor into the charnel house the deus dramatic effect lost and centrifugal with a caravaggio thud see deus roll among the sweet vinegar panhandlers watch deus finish the hand cream … Continue reading →

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you are special

Posted on January 24, 2022 by istsfor manity

Words of Advice When you hit the wall, son:Avoid obfuscation.Eschew the picayune.Think big, boy. Pray every day.Do right.Go to church.Go to work. Bypass tontines.Eat every toston that passes before you.Stay fit and sober. Do as I say. “Don’t interfere in … Continue reading →

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a cackle unheard

Posted on January 23, 2022 by istsfor manity

Listen to My Last Word This is crassThis is imaginedThis is at stakeThis is a day of wonderThis is a cackle unheardThis is illuminedThis is dispiritedThis is an eyesoreThis is my last wordThis “Over these last few years I have … Continue reading →

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our full nappies

Posted on January 22, 2022 by istsfor manity

The Captious Email (Run thru the n+1 ~ n+15 Generator) Hi X, I wanted to context the menages of my grudge, so as to clarify which quilts we would be researching individually so as to avoid oversight. Not all the … Continue reading →

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pronounce ypres correctly

Posted on January 21, 2022 by istsfor manity

Stumped Focus. Breathe. Here. Fuzzy wool strings. Lime green. Flayed solar flares encroaching empty space, like rabbit ears stumped. A loom undone. The Dardanelles. Where did that come from? Why now and here just before his interview? He knew he’d … Continue reading →

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in the shade

Posted on January 20, 2022 by istsfor manity

Octopus’s Garden Mimosa tree secularity hit me in the solar plexus. Ain’t no gods going around making mimosa trees and atomic bombs in the same breath. Time and space are like the lint balls I fish out of my belly … Continue reading →

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pick me clean

Posted on January 19, 2022 by istsfor manity

Rumbling The field full of regular hours. The strain of exposure to sunlight stark and unfiltered. It’s got me down, debased, debauched, and drunk with stolen beatitude. The scarecrows keep me kin—and if cock robin is not in Caracas I’m … Continue reading →

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