Tag Archives: Cut-Up Writing

all i managed

Posted on August 29, 2023 by istsfor manity

my doctor says someone called me “brigand”all i managed my doctor says10 mg daily generic follow-upelevated total mildly abnormalslightly low long-term blood3 to 4 months never called me anything again What I’m Reading: “We live as we dream … alone.” —Joseph Conrad … Continue reading →

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enough of that

Posted on August 26, 2023 by istsfor manity

FORMATTING: press the eject + cut the tape “… if the story is starting to feel very forced, or if you become excited about an alternate possibility for your story, feel free to abandon or modify one of these constraints” … Continue reading →

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there’s my hinge

Posted on August 25, 2023 by istsfor manity

folding (found cut-up) still alivechest tightens these trees days darkenthere’s my hinge this is mefolding What I’m Reading: “Yellow spreads and smooths, a downpourof the pure light of its name,tropicordial.” — Adélia Prado / “Praise for a Color”

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the red button

Posted on August 24, 2023 by istsfor manity

What I’m Reading: “The ruin we made of our gardenIs confusing even today.” — Fanny Howe / “Tapestry”

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only the quaquaverse

Posted on August 23, 2023 by istsfor manity

a merry place to lose an eyeball or your spleen being splenetic was only the half of it there was no self awareness there was only the quaquaverse What I’m Reading: “… in a world that runs on gallons / … Continue reading →

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in the gate

Posted on August 22, 2023 by istsfor manity

decenter the I (tanka) flickering my eyesi will decenter the Ilike a flicker filmcaught in the gate / melting down /the WE — is the one thing real What I’m Reading: “Every-man-for-himself politics will have to yield to we’re-all-in-this-together; otherwise, … Continue reading →

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marinate ur mind

Posted on August 21, 2023 by istsfor manity

cut-up method/o/lo/gy (tanka) dont appease / go back —all the background to destroy —liberate urself cut-up / marinate ur mindstew in random abandon What I’m Reading: “’Genesis … your task from now on is to tell me . . . … Continue reading →

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one endless upbraiding

Posted on August 17, 2023 by istsfor manity

unlocking the vault— where i dont upbraid myself continuously—where john currin paintings dont come to life—where id like to be in some remote place like yellowknife—but as the earth is burning there—and there remains no place to go—that isnt burning—and … Continue reading →

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cutting rainforest petrodollars

Posted on August 16, 2023 by istsfor manity

trash dash: m. iv. (redux+re-edit) overheard in the uzbek restaurant… wayward talk of chile and ecuador, the prime stops on the silk road, techniques of the boustrophedon, raging poppy fields + too much hash… the one-upmanship: sharp… a peripatetic call … Continue reading →

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not my vertigo

Posted on August 5, 2023 by istsfor manity

Jump-Cut Check-Ins Check me out—Check me in… In the montage I ascend from the dashboard—depart on the window dressed of spaniels—and like the nude descending the staircase I’m aggrieved. For I know not where the primordial matter in the skin … Continue reading →

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