Tag Archives: Cut-Up Writing

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 →

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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the scorpion grass

Posted on January 5, 2022 by istsfor manity

Amphora Gaze I ask you to forget me in the wane of noon—I immediately regret it.The dusty sills; the empty glasses; the half-stuttered graces. I look for us in the scorpion grass by the haunted sculpture garden.Darkness obtrudes our daylight … Continue reading →

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6 cuban sandwiches

Posted on January 4, 2022 by istsfor manity

Maria’s Trip (Postmortem) 1 dumb decision to travel during a plague surge 2 weeks away from home 3 potential covid exposures / close calls in ten days 4 Cuban coffees daily 5 torrential downpours in 3,387 miles 6 Cuban sandwiches … Continue reading →

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there’s no place

Posted on January 3, 2022 by istsfor manity

Interlude IV The clouds fat with snowThe moment before dehiscenceThe portent in the airThe virus crackles and hisses The sated heave of homeThere’s no placeLike your placeIn this world “We began dreaming of new ways forward. May we not return … Continue reading →

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