Tag Archives: Cut-Up Writing

your voice may

Posted on November 25, 2023 by istsfor manity

persuasion clearly displayed dear citizen— uncover your dusty radios you are two billfolds shy and your locutions are broken in the froth of the bulldozer black and yellow cysts, and marshmallow wheat sideswipes remain your wheels will be removed from … Continue reading →

fifty clichés overlong

Posted on November 24, 2023 by istsfor manity

house unstable drift the globe on a pickaxeannotate your work with carcassesall palpitation and courthouses your peroration had the lithographtenderness of tenterhooks you play the gamelan tunedto the seventh tone and fiftyclichés overlong you gave thanks to the wrongideology / … Continue reading →

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an ape hostage

Posted on November 23, 2023 by istsfor manity

give thanks 2 intimacies of detractionfosterlegacies of extraction the paterfamiliason a faultypaternostercompartments missinga linkfalling / referencinginfraestructualloopholesin the space / timecontinuum give thanksformanifest destinya continentto despoilthe long view of earthrevealsan ape hostageto base instinctsentient onlyin delusion we can do betterinsist on … Continue reading →

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turkey aint dead

Posted on November 22, 2023 by istsfor manity

thanks (tankas +) vision / revisionchristmas tree on a car roofturkey aint dead yetthe paint on the walls / tacks wetthree bulbs out on the light string speakers warble / hissjohnny mathis / let it snowturkey aint dead yethalloween pumpkin … Continue reading →

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flexible genie tunics

Posted on November 21, 2023 by istsfor manity

Base Taboo Landslide (Found Hybrid #112123) 1. With included cage, the landslide can be charged with concession, connection, prayer, or praise banners. The inevitability shows red when the chasm completes. 3. The “hellos!” and anniversaries can be adjusted randomly for … Continue reading →

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on a groove

Posted on November 20, 2023 by istsfor manity

scratch (haiku) ashtrays and shoehorns—a stylus skips on a groove—… hamburger lady … What I’m Reading: “From my bed, coverlet tucked  under chin, I heard my father’s hand connect with my mother’s cheek.” — Sarah Audsley / “A Massive Aquarium Holding … Continue reading →

you’re the needle

Posted on November 16, 2023 by istsfor manity

groove (ukiah) you’re the needle in the grooveon the shaggs foot foot—meteors streak the dark sky What I’m Reading: “Our existence isn’t something to be engineered or optimized for the avoidance of pain. That’s what it is to be human—the … Continue reading →

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do not reply

Posted on November 15, 2023 by istsfor manity

transcend your risk—no pain / only impact stop—disorientation / disconnect replicate instead—practice good / do not reply transcend What I’m Reading: “I hate them as I hate sex,the man’s mouthsealing my mouth, the man’sparalyzing body—“ — Louise Glück / “Mock … Continue reading →

fur your hilt

Posted on November 14, 2023 by istsfor manity

SNOOZE What if I show you what this mob made? She said: I was also an English-American malady. I’ll be doing airgun charades at the breakwater in a court of backwater sorbets. She said: You mean you recorded yourself talking? … Continue reading →

in a swirl

Posted on November 13, 2023 by istsfor manity

Animus My alms / my ownRecast myself as repast In a swirl of discordMy poisons / my own What I’m Reading: “The light is a grinder of knives jangling his bellsFor seven in the morning.” — Allen Grossman / “The … Continue reading →