Tag Archives: Cut-Up Writing

shards and screeds

Posted on June 8, 2024 by istsfor manity

Stalagmite Letters (redux) We ran riot through the archives— Harpies, sharpies and scissorsObliterating collections into piles Of pages triangular—Shards and screeds. (Pursuit of knowledge agnostic) Accretions of stalagmite lettersMonticule in dead air We are the whips cometh—goo goo goojoob! What … Continue reading →

the other shore

Posted on June 7, 2024 by istsfor manity

Languor (redux) His word, his breath,Are merely synecdoche —Ephemeral. Nothing is true in the trueSense of the word. He drifts on the Lethe,Intoxicated by water that transforms —A trip into languor —And never sets foot on the other shore. What I’m … Continue reading →

sound and text

Posted on June 6, 2024 by istsfor manity

broken sprocket (ukiah) the quatrain alchemist squalls—sound and texts complete—cracks the whip alcoholic What I’m Reading: … I have been living in a sort of twilight for months, waiting for night to fall. — Franz Kafka / “The Rescue Will … Continue reading →

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deathbed bikinis radiographs

Posted on June 5, 2024 by istsfor manity

desultory tanka (post-travel blues) contralto teamstersintermittent jackhammersconsular teapotsright-wing deathbed bikinisradiographs and lemons What I’m Reading: The problem with depression is that someone else made it, but that person never existed. — Victoria Chang / “Friendship, 1963”

hot heavyweight tremolo

Posted on June 4, 2024 by istsfor manity

13 Ways of Looking at a Jabberwockbird (travel day redux) 1A hot wattle thing of the new wave—a heel trestle tactician of new sex. 2A treble tabernacle template … condolences! 3Heathen tree table temple—tinplated condom. 4The hot new textile and … Continue reading →

me on monday

Posted on June 3, 2024 by istsfor manity

monday / wednesday plastic shovel in handshots whizz by my headit’s hard to breathe and bike this fast i strike a saintly posei’m a pin cushion / i’m a pineapplei’m a porcupine undone arrows are an occupational hazardtied up waiting … Continue reading →

i already see

Posted on June 2, 2024 by istsfor manity

Memorable Stuff I Read This Week This year I turned my back to the world. I let language face / the front. The parting felt like a death. The first person ran / away like a horse. — Victoria Chang … Continue reading →

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an angry fix

Posted on June 1, 2024 by istsfor manity

i saw i saw peahens doing peahen type things … foraging, say i saw the best mimes of my generation destroyed by words, speaking hysterical phonemes i saw trios of palms hovering over hobie beach looking for an angry fix, … Continue reading →

contented to coast

Posted on May 31, 2024 by istsfor manity

behind your slipstream tanka behind your slipstreami draft—contented to coastdrawn and effortlessinto a soft blue vortex—rebuttal that never comes What I’m Reading: I prefer a theology of silence, the eschatology of the shrug, a religion of holding my wife’s handfor … Continue reading →

mules donkeys jackasses

Posted on May 30, 2024 by istsfor manity

Mules? … Donkeys? … Jackasses? … Huh?! What I’m Reading: … The best thing about emptiness is if you close youreyes in a field, you’ll open your eyes in a field. — Victoria Chang / “With My Back to the … Continue reading →