Tag Archives: Experimental something

nice marmot, man

Posted on May 10, 2021 by istsfor manity

Overheard at the Bison Watering Hole Marmot: We don’t need no stinking Bison! Bison 1: What’s with him? Bison 2: Nice marmot, man. “The useless days will add up to something. The shitty waitressing jobs. The hours writing in your … Continue reading →

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crying never stopped

Posted on May 9, 2021 by istsfor manity

(Press the play button above and below to watch my short films: mother’s insides day & your mother here…) Manta Ray is All Right On the eve of her first Mother’s Day she dreamt she was trapped in the supplies … Continue reading →

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holy by happenstance

Posted on May 5, 2021 by istsfor manity

Scything The difficult made holy by happenstance. She was delirious, but understood she’d make the first cut soon—minutes, perhaps seconds. She recoiled imagining the pain. The rain in Maine stayed mainly in her brain. She moved—graceless—in a fog. The reaper … Continue reading →

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infrared all night

Posted on May 1, 2021 by istsfor manity

Tenebrous She went away to Maine for a day. The water was infrared all night. A fitful trip during a tenebrous year. “In the process of being broken open, worn down, and reshaped, an uncommon tranquility can follow. Our undoing … Continue reading →

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or your spleen

Posted on April 26, 2021 by istsfor manity

A merry place to lose an eyeball or your spleen. Being splenetic was only the half of it. There was no self awareness. “Lesson Ten: Poets, forget the classical meters, except if it’s to keep you above the breadline.” — … Continue reading →

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gibby’s golden age

Posted on April 24, 2021 by istsfor manity

Making the World Safe for Capitalism You play me “The Internationale” and I’ll stand and sing? Sing what? Sing the anthem? Huh … wha … anthem? Yes, it’s an anthem. I’ll stand and sing. You just play it. I don’t … Continue reading →

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of feral hair

Posted on April 23, 2021 by istsfor manity

had it with what—or the couched girl worked with a story—language angels—wet dashed door never a nobody in terms of feral hair—capitalist lizards—upward themselves let illustrations labor logical—their have is where there’s secret poorhouse—down unwholesome work—shoes in flames—free the working … Continue reading →

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crackle and hiss

Posted on April 22, 2021 by istsfor manity

Another Record Two 33 1/3 rpm records are arguing with each other on Christmas Eve 1992. One record, Casserole by The Tinklers, cedes the polemic to the other—The Shaggs’ Philosophy of The World.  “That’s OK,” Casserole says as it spins … Continue reading →

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not a manticore

Posted on April 20, 2021 by istsfor manity

“Color is not a human or a personal reality; it is a political reality.” —James Baldwin / The Fire Next Time

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