Tag Archives: Cut-Up Writing

when mama was moth

Posted on November 23, 2024 by istsfor manity

(continued) 31 pieces of the auto-sedition quilt (xxii — xxv) Cool handbills posted in Maria’s neighborhood say: Every first Thursday Jesus Drinks Free: free Soul, R n B, Country, and Gospel starting at 8pm at the Jeannie Johnson Pub and … Continue reading →

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you are like the tuber of calcaneus

Posted on November 22, 2024 by istsfor manity

(continued) 31 pieces of the auto-sedition quilt (xvii — xxi) On 19 January 2020 Maria wrote in her journal: It’s been six days since I fell through the crack. I’m spiraling down depression way again. The crack has been widening and if … Continue reading →

reminds me of dr. strangelove’s voice

Posted on November 21, 2024 by istsfor manity

(continued) 31 pieces of the auto-sedition quilt (xiii — xvi) “I’m from the northern part of the state, and we don’t see this kind of nonsense up there. It’s just not done this way where I’m from.” Milton Sosquade, the boy’s … Continue reading →

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my kickshaw rickshaw

Posted on November 20, 2024 by istsfor manity

(continued) 31 pieces of the auto-sedition quilt (ix — xii) On day three of the new year Maria found herself near Holguin, Cuba. The campesinos in the fields seemed appropriate for the campestral scene she was painting, but the kestrel nailed … Continue reading →

a penchant for pariah perplexes

Posted on November 19, 2024 by istsfor manity

(continued) 31 pieces of the auto-sedition quilt (v – viii) On the last day of 2019 he told me: “It was sometime in October of 1940, when Mom was a five-month-old fetus, that she developed the egg that would one … Continue reading →

what you say? what’s this stain here?

Posted on November 18, 2024 by istsfor manity

31 pieces of the auto-sedition quilt (i – iv) These were the first words Garcilazo spoke when Maria finished drilling the hole in his head: This is plundergraphia. This is Flarf. This is Newlipo. This borders on Google-sculpting. Remove me from myself and then … Continue reading →

5th anniversary report

Posted on November 17, 2024 by istsfor manity

Thee Fifth Anniversary Report Thanks for being here. Thanks for reading. Thanks for looky-looing. Thanks to all who have passed through and checked out the project over the last five years of thee istsfor manity reader. The project has an odd … Continue reading →

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it’s all coming

Posted on November 16, 2024 by istsfor manity

Memorable Stuff I Read This Week Already, November makes a fool of me— . . . . . . Not a day passes that I pass as belonging here. — Aria Aber / “Dream with Horse” / Hard Damage If … Continue reading →

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so i’ll say

Posted on November 15, 2024 by istsfor manity

My Headspace (schpilkes) I live anachronistically. I be free in that manner. I like to write ungrammatically / seldom see a red mark / because* I don’t prostate myself to red marks. I do not submit. I won’t entangle myself … Continue reading →

the show starts

Posted on November 14, 2024 by istsfor manity

balloon dopes in jackboots don’t tarryorsweet potatoes and garlic will growtentacles secure all winners in the ballroom dormitoryhigh holy window-dressers forecasted run away from winters and bamboo truncheonsplease be sure to jump the jaguars jouncing jaffas balm your balustradeswinnow your winningsno … Continue reading →

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