Tag Archives: Cut-Up Writing

ice mommy malone

found voicemail tanscription blues . . . do not use the toilet and flush with the reserve water held in the tank or water that has been saved in a bucket or nearby tub no flushing UNT5IL the end of … Continue reading

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lily pad hermetic

Eye Control Eye control mama in the least astounding ways by belly up singing or Billie Holiday braying by the light of the moon nothing remains diatonic or dismorphic if it’s not recreational I pass the strangest man on the … Continue reading

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defilement is postmodern

not art / snot fart defilement is postmoderndefacement is commitmentvandalism is homecoming What I’m Reading: . . . re-vision is what keeps vision from hardening into dogma. — Eleanor Wilner / “Her Introduction” / from Her Read by Jennifer Sperry … Continue reading

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the savage republic

happy bitter skates (tankas+) happy bitter skateshappy bitter on the thrashbombshell linkman talkhappy bitter speaking toolreread spoonful minefield blues overlord country /lights receding / snarling curscome to take u hometo the savage republicstars and bars and truncheons black watch who … Continue reading

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pear of anguish

plumb me ive got easter island heads talking at each otherive got songs for drella in my noise cancelling earsive got pier paolo passolini’s 120 days of sodom on the rewind—and a mustard solo on a hebrew national on a … Continue reading

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a fever dream

the word : firmament we are lost at sea without anchorage. the firmament is a figment of a syphillitic fever dream. the firmament is affixed to a corrugated sheet of tin—full of pinpricks—and backed by massive metal armatures. the sun … Continue reading

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all her ghosts

Driving the Heat Dome (redux) Traveling sorts her memories.Driving to Miami sharpensher father’s voice—like acidcatalyzing in her ears boringa ragged chute to her amygdala—simultaneously black-holing her backwardand shooting her into an uncertain futurefull of Get to Know Jesus and Get Your Guns& Ammo Here billboards. … Continue reading

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a tabasco drip

Writing to the British Shipping Forecast Blues Paranoiac-critical to channel light vessel automatic—distortion to static—yankee hotel foxtrots in 3-minute fixes. I’m good—occasionally moderately—and now I have the unveiling change heebie-jeebies. The only thing constant is impermanence. And sure showers are … Continue reading

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cleft and warble

hybrid poem via keyboard chance operations got passage recount timepresage press : bunny musculaturepolicy sets vs set accountstreble and clean cleft and warble every app has its own keyboard this is all broke down, no chance of fixin’ What I’m … Continue reading

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bore only pits

a dismembered day haiku soufflé and sachets—the brink of a fruitful life—which bore only pits What I’m Reading: He longs to see sparrows again,those bustling, chirruping little birdspossessed of the obstinate powerof the songless — Paul Bailey / “Missing”

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