Tag Archives: Dada

(more) interstices interstices

Posted on February 3, 2022 by istsfor manity

“Be a good steward of your gifts. Protect your time. Feed your inner life. Avoid too much noise. Read good books, have good sentences in your ears. Be by yourself as often as you can. Walk. Take the phone off … Continue reading →

our full nappies

Posted on January 22, 2022 by istsfor manity

The Captious Email (Run thru the n+1 ~ n+15 Generator) Hi X, I wanted to context the menages of my grudge, so as to clarify which quilts we would be researching individually so as to avoid oversight. Not all the … Continue reading →

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in the shade

Posted on January 20, 2022 by istsfor manity

Octopus’s Garden Mimosa tree secularity hit me in the solar plexus. Ain’t no gods going around making mimosa trees and atomic bombs in the same breath. Time and space are like the lint balls I fish out of my belly … Continue reading →

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documents were signed

Posted on January 18, 2022 by istsfor manity

The Pomp Today I broke my vow of silence when I broke the glass in case of emergency. I croaked in a muttering fashion most embarrassing, “Ra… rah… run. Run! There’s a moth infestation.” We had moths. We were underground … Continue reading →

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to stew together

Posted on January 17, 2022 by istsfor manity

Personals for Condiments (Haiku) Curt olives desireUnwrinkled tangy capers To stew together. “Holy flowers floating in the air, were all these tired faces in the dawn of Jazz America.” — Jack Kerouac / On the Road

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lonely & destitute

Posted on January 16, 2022 by istsfor manity

Check the Groyne and Moil Murmuring a conventional recitativethe baritone herded the baronetheartily beneath the farmer.Dowse the dartboard!My dowsing rod morphedinto a calypso airgunof uncomfortable residue.There’s garbage in the streets.Check the groyne and moil—Let’s dance! He moved chalk for a … Continue reading →

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in my neighborhood

Posted on January 14, 2022 by istsfor manity

I asked the future why it was not as good as it used to be. It said it could see the diacritical marks on my words when I spoke. I said: I saw one of Dali’s giraffes eat Magritte’s green … Continue reading →

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freed of meaning

Posted on January 11, 2022 by istsfor manity

cologne and ammonia her delicate blue-veined wrongdoingsher slender handfuls of bone shardsher clubhouse lay crushed and patheticher lathe upon her white cheetahher fragile fraction of cologne and ammoniaher frangible fiction coiffed in toxinsher old frayed cataracther daughter’s prickled shank armholeher … Continue reading →

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with the timpanist

Posted on January 10, 2022 by istsfor manity

Entheogens and Tongues Jonquil at the sidebar saw them dromedary away. His rove faction was enigmatic as a godson’s, his clear obscene eye-openers showed no envy. The holyspirit left before the prologue. “You are good, you are,” he trills in … Continue reading →

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her fink hairpiece

Posted on January 9, 2022 by istsfor manity

Soldering in Public Digression The other woodcutter was kinsman but indurated. Joe! his faction! is he sidecar?” The faction was gray and slack as dirty snowmen taking his armhole. “Thanks, buffer,” said the third mandible, in a private’s university, whose … Continue reading →

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