Tag Archives: Cut-Up Writing

documents were signed

Posted on January 18, 2022 by istsfor manity

The Pomp Today I broke my vow of silence when I broke the glass in case of emergency. I croaked in a muttering fashion most embarrassing, “Ra… rah… run. Run! There’s a moth infestation.” We had moths. We were underground … Continue reading →

lonely & destitute

Posted on January 16, 2022 by istsfor manity

Check the Groyne and Moil Murmuring a conventional recitativethe baritone herded the baronetheartily beneath the farmer.Dowse the dartboard!My dowsing rod morphedinto a calypso airgunof uncomfortable residue.There’s garbage in the streets.Check the groyne and moil—Let’s dance! He moved chalk for a … Continue reading →

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teeth cracked jag

Posted on January 15, 2022 by istsfor manity

go supplicant tongue parched pavement wavers hot teeth cracked jag skull throbs welts sear dread dead sun go “The COVID Age: thatmay be the Anthropocene’sgift to the planet.” —Karthika Naïr / A Different Diatance: A Renga

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in my neighborhood

Posted on January 14, 2022 by istsfor manity

I asked the future why it was not as good as it used to be. It said it could see the diacritical marks on my words when I spoke. I said: I saw one of Dali’s giraffes eat Magritte’s green … Continue reading →

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in the blue

Posted on January 13, 2022 by istsfor manity

drink a jug of sunshinestraight up—by the riverengorged with victimsdown from the hills—bodiesroiling in mudgeyser-blown the sun—it’s work undone—unperturbedin the blueclearabove “i’m writing these words to quench my thirst. i write alone in the hopes that i would write myself … Continue reading →

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freed of meaning

Posted on January 11, 2022 by istsfor manity

cologne and ammonia her delicate blue-veined wrongdoingsher slender handfuls of bone shardsher clubhouse lay crushed and patheticher lathe upon her white cheetahher fragile fraction of cologne and ammoniaher frangible fiction coiffed in toxinsher old frayed cataracther daughter’s prickled shank armholeher … Continue reading →

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with the timpanist

Posted on January 10, 2022 by istsfor manity

Entheogens and Tongues Jonquil at the sidebar saw them dromedary away. His rove faction was enigmatic as a godson’s, his clear obscene eye-openers showed no envy. The holyspirit left before the prologue. “You are good, you are,” he trills in … Continue reading →

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her fink hairpiece

Posted on January 9, 2022 by istsfor manity

Soldering in Public Digression The other woodcutter was kinsman but indurated. Joe! his faction! is he sidecar?” The faction was gray and slack as dirty snowmen taking his armhole. “Thanks, buffer,” said the third mandible, in a private’s university, whose … Continue reading →

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granaries of desire

Posted on January 8, 2022 by istsfor manity

Chasten Chasten your throat the same way you first had itChapped Look for nothing more than questionsUnanswered You’ll find the granaries of desireEmptied You’ll find the reservoirs of knowledgeParched “What a terrible mistake to let go of something wonderful for … Continue reading →

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glug glug glug

Posted on January 6, 2022 by istsfor manity

Quandaries of the Dog Star There were calumnies to dispense with, and cathesix to undertake. She was delirious and desirous of delectations. The obdurate hitman was hitting the hair of the dog bequeathed to Sirius. My canines were shredding my … Continue reading →

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