Tag Archives: Cut-Up Writing

random and obtuse

Posted on March 1, 2022 by istsfor manity

Conceptual Film: Critical Focal Acuity 2 (Shot / Unshot) In A Can Series of found film cuts as the camera racks out of focus / or shoots unfocused footage (Asynchronous sound: random and obtuse observations) Series of stills from said … Continue reading →

detune détente detonate

Posted on February 28, 2022 by istsfor manity

dada death (redux) ddedebtd.e.a. detoxdetunedétentedetonatedetonatordetonation deordinationdeontologicaldeoxygenateddepalatalizationdepartmentalizedespiritualization dada dada dada dadadeath “We now understand that race doesn’t actually exist — it is not a biological fact — and humans share all but 1 per cent of our DNA. Our differences are … Continue reading →

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cover up my

Posted on February 27, 2022 by istsfor manity

Gatefold Grateful Gatefold Bituminous Mouthed Clown ASCENDANT Cover Up My Shame *** lufetarG dlofetaG . pU revoC emahS yM *** “today my horoscope said avoidrecalcitrant chairs” — Wanda Coleman / “Chair Affair”

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pincers and gloves

Posted on February 25, 2022 by istsfor manity

Dendritic Bolus Blues (Dream at 3:38 am) 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. Forthwith. … Continue reading →

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what it meant

Posted on February 24, 2022 by istsfor manity

The Contractive Subtractive (redux) There were erasures to make. He made the erasures. There were no complaints. The work was done. He moved on. When more erasures were required, he made those; and in this manner his work was accomplished, … Continue reading →

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in our mouths

Posted on February 23, 2022 by istsfor manity

Central Smoke Bone She had grown red and corpse-like below the Danish authority standard issue yellow canopy—beyond the dune and deadwood. Nearby, crusted and congealed, many rats in hazel frozen a on twig. Bleating, and she a sheep, that sand … Continue reading →

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at my dreams

Posted on February 22, 2022 by istsfor manity

chicken in a box i jump off the bed—cold granito floorjudders my core—legs & spine ablazelower braindoused in fire. i dread theconflagration in my headas i peck awayat my dreamslike one conditionedinside an arcade game box. slot a quarter in … Continue reading →

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sing and tinge

Posted on February 21, 2022 by istsfor manity

Another Language (an Erasure Poem Remixed) You can’t see your backhand tumescence. You ridge an indemnity to a mild occlusion. You shiv gambler smocks and spectator gallantry. You sing and tinge without specie or varicose effluvia. You spree on tremor-free … Continue reading →

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she would know

Posted on February 20, 2022 by istsfor manity

She Dollops the Not-Knows Her bedfellow has no gnu,She thinks her brown bombHas no goad. If she could dartboardNaked,Under panegyric trianglesAnd see her impersonators roasting in the sunShe would know. But there are no panegyric trianglesOn the string,And dispensary waves … Continue reading →

slurry of words

Posted on February 17, 2022 by istsfor manity

Skronk Tectonics Plactivist—a disembodied word. Decontextualized. One word in bas-relief, that I heard her say, in a slurry of words not directed at me. Plactivist—decoupled and set adrift from its word cloud. It blazed like a meteorite across the my … Continue reading →

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