Tag Archives: Cut-Up Writing

the exorcism matinée

Posted on December 27, 2023 by istsfor manity

Tied Up Wrong A bluebell crack. The storybook matador lost in last week’s storm. Like a drone cyclone of hothouse hornets, come inklings of nuclear enrichment here and there—not good places, but nowhere is good for instant vaporization. I’m in … Continue reading →

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shaman life hacks

Posted on December 26, 2023 by istsfor manity

Détentes (redux) There’s a tool they use to set things right. But it won’t protect them from the bitter cold of a nighttime swim through the shark infested straits. A tool of last resort — shaman life hacks! Tabernacle huckster butters! And us! We. … Continue reading →

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sound of going

Posted on December 25, 2023 by istsfor manity

Go Some off-brand thing was birthedOn an off-yearThe offal smell was awfulExtravagant—too many notesOf putrefactionLike so many cast-off organsOf admission, submission & perceptionGoGo on and sing in your off-key mannerIn your off-kilter empty halterYour bodice sleeveless & headlessIn an off-putting … Continue reading →

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feel anything human

Posted on December 24, 2023 by istsfor manity

The Best Stuff I Read This Week “You will be hollow. We shall squeeze you empty, and then we shall fill you with ourselves.” — George Orwell / 1984 “I think I can see why we humans rarely deal with … Continue reading →

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meringue laden queefs

Posted on December 23, 2023 by istsfor manity

Riot in the Planetarium I overhear them talking of justification served brusquely — of the red, white and bluebell slash of false prophets. I overhear them considering who to bring justification to next: the slogans of smarmy approbation, the soft-pedal … Continue reading →

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distortion and static

Posted on December 22, 2023 by istsfor manity

Stained I know of no one who considers themself a veteran. A Venetian, maybe. A Venusian, most definitely. A Velvet Undeground-ian … well, that’s me. I play “Sister Ray” everyday. I start each day with 17+ minutes of “a good … Continue reading →

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flash at night

Posted on December 21, 2023 by istsfor manity

first night of winter (ukiah) darkness in the afterworldmuzzles flash at nightblack forest pierced by fireflies What I’m Reading: “Cold, moist, young phlegmy winter now doth lie In swaddling clouts, like new-born infancy;” — Anne Breadstreet / “Winter”

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last 14 moonlights

Posted on December 20, 2023 by istsfor manity

Jiggle This is what I see as I screech this joyride. I take a photo because I prefer Icelandic volcanic fissures to insurrectionist former presidents or storm water floods. I’ve copy and pasted manifold eons there and here to improve … Continue reading →

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this is december

Posted on December 19, 2023 by istsfor manity

Gabardine Boyfriend A shadow holograph lives hereIt pulses enigma and gabardineHopes to obliterate allThere is no watcherThere is no horizonThere is no isThis is December What I’m Reading: “Is a thousand miles far enough to turn darkness into light?” — … Continue reading →

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this r.e.m. cycle

Posted on December 18, 2023 by istsfor manity

The Ballad of Baby Gumdrops X. Do you want baby gumdrops? Z. Do you want anything while I’m up? Y. It’s 72 degrees in here. Z. No, I don’t want baby gumdrops. Y. This here says a tree fell on … Continue reading →

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