Tag Archives: Cut-Up Writing

three dozen moons

Posted on January 23, 2024 by istsfor manity

annihilation i. ise got exacto knife bluesthree dozen moons mirrored deepall festooned convexities waxinggibbous on repeattelescope inflectedbeak-less guttersnipes ii. / wholly holy // mawed + gashed // swallowed whole / iii. ise got arroz con pollo shakes &i look out … Continue reading →

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eyes with yours

Posted on January 22, 2024 by istsfor manity

rhyparography : coiling he’s a grandiloquent viper burstingat the imbrications—interlocking eyes with yours—susurrationssibilant charms + whispers coilingtight breathless What I’m Reading: “If, when he’s dying, he’s nothing left to say he’ll feel bereft” — Paul Bailey / “Humorous”

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all western rib

Posted on January 20, 2024 by istsfor manity

scribblin ise got music innadivine way and thingsto tha heart ise not in tha mood for americansplendor—ise got socio-political scabs—rat-scabies / virulence / in the gloaming yearsof empire / desire / wese got idiosyncratic news—all the newsthats fit to fix … Continue reading →

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nuts for books

Posted on January 19, 2024 by istsfor manity

stuff overheard yesterday Do you have an account with us? … driven by a snaking bassline … Instead of The Bear I meant The Beef. My son is absolutely nuts for books. I did, however, buy a pair of really … Continue reading →

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hourly at :23

Posted on January 18, 2024 by istsfor manity

We Ask … of Divination Dear Residents, We ask of divination no deviation from devotion to the caw and cedilla. We ask that you please use cedar chips while entering the garage as the bullfight ring and kitty litter obscure … Continue reading →

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outside of history

Posted on January 17, 2024 by istsfor manity

Oneiric Thing Fade in. Write you into a dream. It becomes nightmare. WASP-69b. All shadow despite the flames ringing the frame. Aggravated arpeggios plinked by helium horns on hydrogen bushes. Something vast, sinuous and sinister, undulates beyond the horizon. Outside … Continue reading →

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the terminal point

Posted on January 15, 2024 by istsfor manity

Wanes I trap my shadow.I pin it by footpad to the concrete.I crush it. Happiness wanesAt the terminal point—At the edge of the nimbus. What I’m Reading: “the darkness is as heavy as he is himself, he thinks, and the darkness … Continue reading →

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super-sized syzygy

Posted on January 13, 2024 by istsfor manity

Instead of I Love You I’d rather say… My heart, a meatgrinder pulse in your cosmic stew churns out galaxies of beatpoet farrago. Each beat splicing and fractionating you into every nightmare, every delirium, every synaptic Fata Morgana. You’re the … Continue reading →

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angels bullfight fireflies

Posted on January 12, 2024 by istsfor manity

drink bulldog benefactor alcohols the bite—spindles the jab firework atlas sahib jackboots the algorithm—compliant cerberus-headed and addled—i hold u in there is no need for intent or evacuation—angels bullfight firefliesdrink What I’m Reading: “we surrendertwo birdsandthree children in the furnace” … Continue reading →

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colitis goes by

Posted on January 11, 2024 by istsfor manity

Mister Mondegreen I’ve planted it here in my bones and made it a part of the ringing in my ears. There’s no Marquessa of Nice Dreams. All is tinnitus and susurration—nightmares in the depths of our daily miracles. Place your … Continue reading →

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