Tag Archives: Cut-Up Writing

in this (my) neighborhood pt. 93

Posted on May 2, 2025 by istsfor manity

What I’m Reading: Behold! The same hands that broke our backshave come for the earth.Look how much care andattention they put into slicing openthe land and carving the map.Look here, the zigzag linethat follows up north ends in darkness. — … Continue reading →

from the northern

Posted on May 1, 2025 by istsfor manity

Bike Tour Will Recommence… Tomorrow I am in Ellsworth, ME. Later today I’ll take the bus up to Calais, ME—which is on the Canadian border. Tomorrow I’ll start to pedal south—from the northern terminal point—on the East Coast Greenway Trail … Continue reading →

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no planet b

Posted on April 30, 2025 by istsfor manity

planet b tanka (redux) ain’t no planet bwe made planet a real sickwildfires spewingfire tornadoes miles highwhile oceans acidify What I’m Reading: It’s a new kind of pain. — Puloma Ghosh / Mouth

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unseen film screens

Posted on April 29, 2025 by istsfor manity

Lean Times (redux) When I tire I sleep on a patch of rocks where our library once stood. Early the next day I walk back to the complex — to my cell smelling of urine and fear. I love my … Continue reading →

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cut and paste

Posted on April 28, 2025 by istsfor manity

Titular Stuff Here (redux) It’s a ragged sort of heat. The call of the west again. Then a discomfiting sort of rain. It’s my first day out of the house in nearly three weeks. Just 2 days ago I was … Continue reading →

under a tree

Posted on April 27, 2025 by istsfor manity

Memorable Stuff I Read This Week Listen. This is modern times all over the worldGo sit under a tree. — Lorenzo Thomas / “Displacement” Somehow, the entire human race seemed momentarily united in a single entrancing dream—the hope that the … Continue reading →

fierce harrumph hooray

Posted on April 26, 2025 by istsfor manity

Watch Your Broccoli Sprouts Proficient in “metaphoricals,” but lacking in “metonymicals,” it was decided he had some finesse for the “synecdochicals.” It mattered to no one on the staff that they were bastardizing the terms in this official report they … Continue reading →

in this (my) neighborhood pt. 92

Posted on April 25, 2025 by istsfor manity

What I’m Reading: The war is over.I turn off the television, then my phone at last, and go to sleep.In my nightmares, another war begins. — Nasser Rabah / “The War Is Over”

intractable and indelicate

Posted on April 24, 2025 by istsfor manity

At The Distraction Attraction (redux) The carny barks: Come inside and see gnats and gadflies swarming about the heads of philosophers! Come, you, now! Come and see annoyance and obstructions to happiness! Come inside and watch a man tear down … Continue reading →

a throbbing tulip

Posted on April 23, 2025 by istsfor manity

Letter Never Sent I was gas huffing one afternoon, by the train tracks near the smelter, trying to shotgun iso nitrite through my paint gun and boom — whoosh! — it hit me. It was a wrap, and on came … Continue reading →