Tag Archives: Dada

of the fiends

Posted on December 29, 2021 by istsfor manity

Maria’s Nightmare Erasures “The words are growing in the field, and they hover above the page. They’re like flowers, and I pick the ones I like. My eye is roaming all over, trying to make connections.” — Mary Ruefle / … Continue reading →

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please call often

Posted on December 12, 2021 by istsfor manity

Press the play button above to watch my short film “it’s my birthday, too, yeah!” (1:10) Fugu-Flaker The days whir and zone by—fast as light—light / dark, light / dark, light / dark (so mournfully dark), light/ dark, light … … Continue reading →

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flecky eyefuls jaundice

Posted on November 21, 2021 by istsfor manity

What You Said at N+15 What could I possibly say when you say (backhand): it’s you. I don’t know if you’re talking twang, talking to those radicals, or if you’re addressing me. Somehow, judging by the tonsure of your vole, … Continue reading →

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do come in

Posted on October 22, 2021 by istsfor manity

Ginger Snaps I remember Ginger brought us,on New Year’s Eve 1980,the Vermonters: “lunch on you, keep the hand and suck this bony one” you filled the point with wire and spinebutton Night into Line from a short not-quite five-year old … Continue reading →

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in minuscule handwriting

Posted on October 20, 2021 by istsfor manity

trepanation in the land of bilk & money who drilled a hole in the front of his own skull to increase brain blood volume?& allow the full heartbeat to express itself inside the cranial cavity a column of firemidnight ’til … Continue reading →

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in my neighborhood

Posted on October 19, 2021 by istsfor manity

“Someone shot nostalgia in the back…” “Someone shot our innocence…” “In the shadow of his smile…” “Who killed Mr. Moonlight…” “Extracting wasps from stings in flight…” “Who killed Mr. Moonlight?” “All our dreams have melted down…” “As the moon has … Continue reading →

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i long for

Posted on October 18, 2021 by istsfor manity

In Bullet Absentia Avernal Pumpkin Head the all purpose gossamer failure genuflecting in the wind: I am an American by birth, an atheist by choice, and a drowning man by design. I walked the plank between good and evil. I’m … Continue reading →

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minute of elation

Posted on October 17, 2021 by istsfor manity

Elation in Elisions The odious neglect of the scab Crab Nebula yelling: I Zimbra, I Zimbra, dada, dada, dada, doo! At the Cabaret Voltaire after hours parties degenerate into clean well lighted chess matches in top hat and overcoated teas … Continue reading →

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the the: dadaismus nihilismus

Posted on October 16, 2021 by istsfor manity

the the (the voiced dental fricative version) “… a Dada life will include by definition pranks, buffoonery, masking, deranged senses, intoxication, sabotage, taboo breaking, playing childish and/or dangerous games, waking up dead gods, and not taking education seriously.” — Andrei … Continue reading →

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propelling the day

Posted on October 5, 2021 by istsfor manity

Fingertips I’ve come untetheredThree days lost and out of sortsNow the correction Sitting on the trainThe snow blows blinding outsideHeavy wet and sad The Wailers’ singles in my earsProvide the syncopationPropelling the day On the balconyIn yellow afternoon lightA thrush … Continue reading →

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