Tag Archives: Cut-Up Writing

in my neighborhood pt. 96

Posted on June 3, 2025 by istsfor manity

What I’m Reading: The official theme of this poem is / The official theme of all my poems which is / You get in love and then you die! — Hera Lindsey Bird / Juvenilia

cook up revenge

Posted on June 2, 2025 by istsfor manity

Poor Clockface Bradbury (redux) Bradbury said he didn’t need an alarm clock. I saw the phrase in passing without its context, so I’m left with this vision of a man machine with a clock face for a visage. A veritable … Continue reading →

keepsakes of dust

Posted on June 1, 2025 by istsfor manity

Memorable Stuff I Read This Week I don’t think I have much time left, so I’m going to say what I want to say. Even if nobody’s listening, it won’t bother me any. I just want to say what comes … Continue reading →

supposed to rain

Posted on May 31, 2025 by istsfor manity

Siri Activates, Records & Mishears And they say: OK, I call Panini. I got potatoes. I got some blueberries. I got some popcorn and chips and a little dessert type thing. I would’ve gotten it the day that I came … Continue reading →

in my neighborhood pt. 95

Posted on May 30, 2025 by istsfor manity

What I’m Reading: People talk about the world ending, but do they ever talk about the world getting older? — Mieko Kawakami / “No Flowers”

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squeeze steal sit

Posted on May 29, 2025 by istsfor manity

susurrus squeezestealsit What I’m Reading: even the most difficult pathis a beginning — Charles Bernstein / “Clouds After Rain”

she is earthbound

Posted on May 28, 2025 by istsfor manity

The Point Clodomira’s legs are whirring pistons. She’s up over 100 revolutions per minute on her bicycle. The countryside streaks by her and in these few seconds there is no revolutionary struggle, no ultimate leader, no great leap forward. The fervor of … Continue reading →

stress fracture thoughts

Posted on May 27, 2025 by istsfor manity

Why Aren’t You Bike Trekking on the ECG? Why aren’t I? I have stress fracture thoughts… I have surgically-reconstructed knee swelling galore… I had a surfeit of Bike MISERY… I was not enjoying myself… Mostly, I was following a tour … Continue reading →

life’s gone by

Posted on May 24, 2025 by istsfor manity

Memorable Stuff I Read This Week Dream old pay phone ringing in hospital I pick upreceiver voice says “The answer is awe.”Still don’t know what to do with it last September rightbefore I was diagnosed and the dream is still irritating — … Continue reading →

absolute misery biking

Posted on May 23, 2025 by istsfor manity

Nor’easter Biked the entire day through a nor’easter — mid 40’s for a high, feeling like it was 30 degrees all day in the high winds and absolutely soaked through early on and all day. Absolute MISERY. Shades of hypothermia … Continue reading →

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