Tag Archives: Dream Notation

problems of patriarchy

Posted on May 26, 2024 by istsfor manity

Memorable Stuff I Read This Week “I don’t believe in the therapeutic effects of writing … I really think that the only healing possible will be through justice … “ — Cristina Rivera Garza, to Lillian Perlmutter / “‘The only … Continue reading →

a new twist

Posted on May 25, 2024 by istsfor manity

[the royal poinciana] the royal poinciana are ablaze the studio apartment bare — savea thin mattress on the floor near the bathroom a hot plate boils lettuce near the doora new twist in his veganismhe still has his wits about … Continue reading →

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in this (my) neighborhood pt. 62

Posted on May 24, 2024 by istsfor manity

What I’m Reading: We are all bodies of change. — Laura Killingbeck / “A Woman Who Left Society to Live with Bears Weighs in on ‘Man or Bear’” / Bikepacking.com

in a vise

Posted on May 23, 2024 by istsfor manity

be a friendly floridian (travel haiku) my head in a viseseventeen electroshocksa peppery taste What I’m Reading: For liberty is a capacious termA jettisoned framework . . .. . . Hubris is a fit word for today’s demolitionOf a deeply … Continue reading →

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of unpeeled bananas

Posted on May 22, 2024 by istsfor manity

The Smellfungus (travel day redux) The smellfungus among us complains of unpeeled bananas—he doesn’t understand bisecting lines. He lives in a network of uncluttered pages—waits for the flood and the clutch of the ham-fisted smile. Read his body language—why don’t … Continue reading →

the gelding lottery

Posted on May 21, 2024 by istsfor manity

wayward and wasted Donkey Fandango a renowned musketfrom MexicoCompact Lifeguardsvibrant explosions Traffic masterpiecesteacup musselspotluck gauntlets and stoves Sundry DoodahsDandelion TraffickersTear away wraps on gavel stowaways and stragglers Doom suggested : $10.00 mastiff tragicomedymutant salves Join a vibrant matador of teapots … Continue reading →

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deluge never ends

Posted on May 20, 2024 by istsfor manity

Nothing Remotely Comprehensible Tragedians are people who belong in ramekins but somehow slipped through the net and live on a Godot-like wasteland, without the gnarled tree, but with plenty of tumbleweeds constantly blowing through the landscape. Discordant bird chatter is … Continue reading →

song of extinction

Posted on May 19, 2024 by istsfor manity

Memorable Stuff I Read This Week | | The summers become hotter & hotter. | | Unbearable & luminous, the refrain of the song of extinction— —Dante Di Stefano / “Green Burial Unsonnet” “But the scale of this year’s heat — amplified … Continue reading →

please look elsewhere

Posted on May 18, 2024 by istsfor manity

epic sieves two damaged wipers on the locumglimmer compensation onsitewe will generate some northward disruptionfor everyone’s sake, the linear narrative is temporarily closed renege : renewal we have placed a few cartoonists outside for easy insertionresolutions will be directed to … Continue reading →

substrates without purchase

Posted on May 17, 2024 by istsfor manity

Unmoored The unrooted. The faceless. The darkness without form. Forms without substance. Substrates without purchase. The turmoil throwing her into a state of agitation. Explicit signs. Signs without meaning. Warning signs. All—a mass of confusion she wallows in—nascent hours at … Continue reading →