Tag Archives: Drama is the Opiate of the Masses

the closed circuit

Posted on March 11, 2022 by istsfor manity

Flooded / Parched The things that were deleterious to her health were the things she enjoyed most in life. She found her life an endless set of binary “yes or no’s”—multivariate options always at the “0” or “1” click or … Continue reading →

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why don’t people

Posted on March 10, 2022 by istsfor manity

SQUALL The long winter was the cause. He hit the snow plow driver with a shovel. He cut the man’s brow deeply over his left eye. A neighbor said: “Incidents like this don’t usually occur in this neighborhood.” Another said: … Continue reading →

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first world cavils

Posted on March 9, 2022 by istsfor manity

Raft of Tires Let us go then, you and I… Like a patient… lobotomized with Trotsky’s ice-pick. Let us go, through certain half… dim back-alley Havana streets where “los gusanos” dare to meet—away from the teeth of the revolution. Let … Continue reading →

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in this corner

Posted on March 3, 2022 by istsfor manity

Bray of Winces S. understands nothing. He tries, squint-eyed, to turn his brain over. Without spark, the ignition doesn’t catch. S. sees himself, monochromatic, on the screen of his childhood 1974 Panasonic. He’s talking globular in a rectangular city. He … Continue reading →

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foiled in flight

Posted on February 26, 2022 by istsfor manity

Sheared (haiku) Crossed wings foiled in flight,Aspiring toward sunlight,Sheared in steep descent. “we are each other’s magnitude and bond.” — Gwendolyn Brooks / “Paul Robeson”

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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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we broke up

Posted on February 9, 2022 by istsfor manity

Fissure Kitty, Faun & I I tuned arpeggios at 6 and 16. Fissure kitty at a neighbor’s glance—under the shake-up of a manic-depressive trend—laden with oppressive fudge, in August heavyweight. I initiated it. My fissure sunbather fuzz, with fanfare drums—from … Continue reading →

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ain’t making lemonade

Posted on February 6, 2022 by istsfor manity

The Joy Out (an erasure remixed) Sometimes I wander about looking for some sensibleartful words to say—I findI scramblein public domains—I breathe life different—not better or more artfullife into said words— I suck the joy out give you a bushel … Continue reading →

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sweep of darkness

Posted on February 1, 2022 by istsfor manity

Condone / Condemn (i dag är det tisdag) I have no idea what she says, or what tongue she speaks. She doesn’t speak English or Spanish, and that’s all I can muster. I haven’t the slightest idea of what she … Continue reading →

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