Tag Archives: Cut-Up Writing

elegy a requiem

Posted on February 8, 2024 by istsfor manity

Overheard at the Caffè N. You are someone who can entertain themselves. You don’t need a TV. You don’t need other people. Years ago, when I was very young, I was married to an architect . . . Good morning, … Continue reading →

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jupiter spins faster

Posted on February 7, 2024 by istsfor manity

moon contracts (tanka + envoi) as the sun expands—and jupiter spins faster—mother moon contractsin five billion years (or so)none of this will matter much when the fiery giant eatsall in its path out to mars What I’m Reading: “The moon’s … Continue reading →

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sound of absence

Posted on February 6, 2024 by istsfor manity

reverse window (ukiah•tanka) dreamt i shot out ur window/ twinkled in the wind /ur reflection in a heap the sound of absence /sky’s a buttermilk sorrow /monotonal airgirded hemlocks central squaredin horizontal absence What I’m Reading: “Which is vaster in … Continue reading →

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detonating in 5/8

Posted on February 5, 2024 by istsfor manity

gelignite dream last night i dreamt of gelignite pealsyou spoke / my body trembledyour basso profundofogging my officebreath swirling in vapor trailsbody detonating in 5/8 time no one believed menot even you What I’m Reading: The rat who came last … Continue reading →

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if i jaywalked

Posted on February 3, 2024 by istsfor manity

storm and wane if i jaywalkedwould you wax lyric and pornographic? you never stop writing even when you’re not writing another temporary stop gap measure to appease blank pages open carry intelligence instead of caterwauling the metonymic curve of your … Continue reading →

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shut your mouth

Posted on January 31, 2024 by istsfor manity

Foisted Fade In. Frosty flourishes of flighty fevered filigree: I’d like to foist something on you. I’d like you to meet my Id: X this is Id. Id meet X. Now what I’d like you to know first is that … Continue reading →

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see me through

Posted on January 30, 2024 by istsfor manity

I. Aleric’s Anodyne I’m in a groove with Barry White’s Greatest Hits when I get a preprogrammed hit from SM-N900V. So as the Love Unlimited Orchestra swells to Barry’s “I love you, baby!” the Heliotrope unit beeps and a shot … Continue reading →

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like drunken flies

Posted on January 29, 2024 by istsfor manity

land of crusts (tanka) brown desolation /a land of crusts and bleached bones /hovercopters dronelike drunken flies over rot /scavenging spavined corpses• What I’m Reading: “However, they won’t say: the times were darkRather: why were their poets silent?” — Bertolt … Continue reading →

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the rheumy discharges

Posted on January 27, 2024 by istsfor manity

Monologue Arpeggiator (Help me) Fade In. Above the blinding flats of white screen reveries: I’m flying over anonymous calamities with a courageous lack of temerity—then falling again. I plunge with celerity. A godwit plummet after 25,000 miles. Think of the … Continue reading →

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of terminal lies

Posted on January 26, 2024 by istsfor manity

the belt buckle reign belt buckles rain downthe devil’s hailin appropriate private spaces o, father of violenceo, father of terminal lieso, father of red-hot welts i am soft underbelly pillow-protectedan urchin turned upside-downa cord-yanked silence papa was a rollin stone … Continue reading →

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