Tag Archives: Cut-Up Writing

in this (my) neighborhood pt. 58

Posted on April 6, 2024 by istsfor manity

What I’m Reading: A cycling life begins in a blaze of glory. For hours or days or weeks, you still don’t know how to ride a bicycle. You wobble and lurch and wipe out, locked in a pitiful struggle with … Continue reading →

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above the ottoman

Posted on April 5, 2024 by istsfor manity

The Pivot Point (redux) I’m not really hungry just now… she wrote longhand, the first time in weeks, in her journal. And she thought that odd because she’d been ravenous all throughout her illness, and hadn’t written a thing, but … Continue reading →

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i go blind

Posted on April 4, 2024 by istsfor manity

coronal mass ejection tanka watch how i go blindon glassless coronal blissi stare at the flaresregale the mass ejectionseyeless pinhole dejection What I’m Reading: This option of ‘giving up’ is only possible from a place of privilege. Let’s say we … Continue reading →

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like coquina rock

Posted on April 3, 2024 by istsfor manity

Under the Sky It’s like coquina rockIt’s like Barbara wroteIt’s all ridges and teethWaitingWaitingWaiting to take a layer of skinLike a slice of oblongataLike other lower brain sectionsLike the Shell sign superimposedOver the Chevron chevronLike the freedom tower buildingCubans called … Continue reading →

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chaw of thistles

Posted on April 2, 2024 by istsfor manity

Like Glossolalia (redux) Like a van garde avant. Like drinking tea filtered through a Russian soldier’s underwear. Like speaking through saxophone skronk. Like drying your back with nettles and swallowing a chaw of thistles. Like bored sawing through panel board. … Continue reading →

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want to help

Posted on April 1, 2024 by istsfor manity

When Your Watch Eavesdrops on Your Conversation, Unbeckoned, and Intrudes with Pronouncements What I’m Reading: It is by riding a bicycle that you learn the contours of a country best, since you have to sweat up the hills and coast … Continue reading →

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i know grief

Posted on March 31, 2024 by istsfor manity

Memorable Stuff I Read This Week I need to speak about living roomwhere the land is not bullied and beaten toa tombstone — June Jordan / “Moving towards Home” In The Origins of Totalitarianism, Hannah Arendt remarked that we repeat … Continue reading →

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are losing time

Posted on March 30, 2024 by istsfor manity

patho-cronismos haiku ice caps disappearthe earth’s rotation slows downwe are losing time What I’m Reading: Climate change is starting to alter how humans keep time. An analysis published in Nature on 27 March has predicted that melting ice caps are … Continue reading →

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lost the plot

Posted on March 29, 2024 by istsfor manity

Sanctioned by the Association of Urologic Twee (redux) (Fade Out / 8 channels of noise : one channel of noise drops out every 30 seconds until there is silence) Voiceover In Search Of A Film: Soft antennae entertainment turned minds … Continue reading →

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on the heart

Posted on March 28, 2024 by istsfor manity

Mise en Squalor + Plagues This is a mise en abyme of a mise en abyme in a mise en abyme. This is historical quicksand. What of the Inquisition kitchen? A fungus settled on the heart. The Great Deficiency of … Continue reading →

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