Tag Archives: Cut-Up Writing

abyssal in lisle

Posted on August 18, 2021 by istsfor manity

The Cabbaged Moon La lune jejune (y perturbada) Ghosts clogging the liminal spacesEthers from an agonal breathSleep descends Heavy Abyssal in lisle-like sheenBarbaric (without the pantaloons) “I mean Negative Capability, that is, when a man is capable of being in … Continue reading →

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germ of everything

Posted on August 17, 2021 by istsfor manity

These Findings In the dust motes of the sea—In the rains of seeds—The germ of everything,A death blow averted. “When you paused for a poemit could reshape the dayyou had just been living.” — Naomi Shihab Nye / “Every day … Continue reading →

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hours of derision

Posted on August 16, 2021 by istsfor manity

the bully pulpit twaddle i am an american—the imprimatur of power, panache and a modicum of common sense —the mighty illegitimate master of meretriciousness—if i break ground here there is annunciation and caffeinenated twaddle—would you pass the elephantine hours of … Continue reading →

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riddles and baffles

Posted on August 15, 2021 by istsfor manity

Queen Travis Meets Whit Fictions Queen Travis declaims that feculence has nothing to do in this affair. She says: “I was bequeathed a third rate hand me down in consignment and inquisitiveness—a loan from dog. I’ve got the scrabble tiles … Continue reading →

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oh stop me

Posted on August 5, 2021 by istsfor manity

Bad Case of Mondegreen Chut, man, he’s got thee upturned syllogism logic. He’s also got a bad case of the Higgs-Boson blues. He’s got the anthropocene cold shoulder, and a slight case of thee reliquary saint’s joints and bone shards … Continue reading →

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saliva slings loosed

Posted on August 4, 2021 by istsfor manity

Her Midwinter Blues I pine for the days of guileless saliva slings loosed down to my toes, before the unexpected guttings and unremitting blood—ratiocination fading—eddying down the bathtub drain… “Every man you ever meet is nothing but the product of … Continue reading →

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soggy piss-chips

Posted on July 31, 2021 by istsfor manity

Building / SILENCE Building fictions is an addiction not easily quenched. A need, psychological and physiological that renders one a hamster inside the wheel—no stopping until you’re ejected into the corner where all the soggy piss-chips accrue. Bring pleasant talk … Continue reading →

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a thunderous welcome

Posted on July 28, 2021 by istsfor manity

Dream 1,823 (redux) He woke up with the Spinners’ “I’ll Be Around” ear-wigging his head. He had this dream 1,822 times since seeing the performance one Saturday morning in 1973. The gold and ruddy light of it. The smoking jackets … Continue reading →

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in hype city

Posted on July 26, 2021 by istsfor manity

Hormone Brouhaha in Hype City Pleas go unheeded Plaster of Paris casts are discarded Pantunflas and precocity are abstracted in medical journals “Unblock Party: When you’re having trouble thinking of new ideas, go to one of your old ideas and … Continue reading →

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pierced her medulla

Posted on July 24, 2021 by istsfor manity

The Migraine Mary crashed. She was out of sorts after the apparition, but she recovered enough to do this on Saturday. She wrote: 07/24/21 I’m gonna remix the Shakespeare sonnet in today’s “Poem of the Day” email. I’m going to … Continue reading →

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