Tag Archives: Cut-Up Writing

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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rid of meaning

Dendritic Bolus Blues (Dream at 3:38 am) [redux] Instead of changing my shirt I changed my mind and requested a reverse baptism. Get the father son and the Laszlo Moholy Ghost outta’ my body. Get ‘em all outta’ my soul. … Continue reading →

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a merry place

A poop pouch for a brain. A merry place to lose an eyeball or your spleen. Being splenetic is only the half of it— There is no self awareness. What I’m Reading: In Key West, the living surround the dead,who … Continue reading →

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scissors and fluff

sleep deprivation tanka any quintuplets?another colloquium?bring scissors and fluff.gnu stiffeners and goatherds—it’s a party, tape your fall. What I’m Reading: I wasn’t used to being a confused person, but that was how life was. Sometimes the events of the world … Continue reading →

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other deceptive codpieces

Eyeless in Tabula Rasa A monocle in the 1970s was as prideful as a pince nez. Today we wear neoliberal coke bottle-bottom horn rims. . . These ideas are drawn from a particularly short-sighted cilia’s lamentations entitled: Perky Monoliths and … Continue reading →

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in this (my) neighborhood pt. 55

What I’m Reading: . . . for in Mumbai, as in Miami and many other coastal cities, these are often the very areas in which expensive new construction projects are located. Property values would almost certainly decline if residents were … Continue reading →

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tongue that withers

native tongue haiku a tongue that withers—my native tongue sent packing—hegemonic curse. What I’m Reading: the walls of my voice, pronounce meAshamedso I bury my native tonguebeneath a borrowed one — Kathy Jetn̄il-Kijiner / “On the Couch with Būbū Neien” … Continue reading →

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sieves for dinner

a stipulation of daffodil testaments the two avant-gardesgardens of impassioned afterimagestwo claps for toe taps and mushroom capsi propose sieves for dinneri propose we clamber on gravestonesthere are captious eucalyptus there rescindingnext year’s ready to wear linei’ve seen the theoretical … Continue reading →

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i’m feeling now

Spastic and Ekphrastic (redux) Blindly devote yourself to formulary Z-074. Make triplicate copies send one to me, one to Human Resources, and one to the Department of Repressive Operations. Sing, glory be! Gloriole and halo benders and everything is ordinary … Continue reading →

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