Tag Archives: Experimental video

in my neighborhood

Posted on December 9, 2021 by istsfor manity

At the end of the film I’m on my back staring at the night sky… The man who helped me is lying nearby—his mouth bloody… We’re lost in a thick fog of tear gas—the sky disappears above us—the occupation failed… … Continue reading →

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toothy bride-to-be

Posted on December 2, 2021 by istsfor manity

coda : ouroboros / n+1 thru n+15 … the dying day teethes on the tin tautology of exiles eight o’ eight rogues away bayside shambles catacomb  the toothy bride-to-be seizes the singed week with violent shanks & ratters the bayside … Continue reading →

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at the off

Posted on November 23, 2021 by istsfor manity

Off-News at the Off-Chance at N+7 “I would be really sad if I didn’t write. I think I would feel really purposeless and silent and depressed if I couldn’t write. I don’t know if I would be that depressed if … Continue reading →

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time at night

Posted on November 11, 2021 by istsfor manity

Dreams of Bioluminescence Because I didn’t want to go, I made my partner cry. I feel poorly today, both physically and now because I made him cry. I have a predisposition for alienation—and a tendency to make more of sirens … Continue reading →

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what we do

Posted on November 6, 2021 by istsfor manity

Press play button above to watch my short film, found feet five (4:14) We Be Burls As if we never existed—our family—one of the myriad meaningless cul-de-sacs of the human stain. We strive for erasure—disappearing is what we do best. … Continue reading →

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our drooping marigolds

Posted on November 3, 2021 by istsfor manity

Stuck Abecedarian It was drenched green. The gazetteer absconded with verisimilitude and we were left in this wasteland clenching our drooping marigolds. The villain left vanilla footprints and the abecedarian was stuck on E. Something sticky dripped down our hot … Continue reading →

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about a walkabout

Posted on August 25, 2021 by istsfor manity

press the play button above to watch my short film, peripeteia (4:11) peripeteia we dream about a walkabout. we exhume gutter politics before they’re buried in the rattle brattle bund. we sling jagged zeugmas. we qualify this and that—our words … Continue reading →

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someone with ague

Posted on July 16, 2021 by istsfor manity

apophenia on 07/16/2021 Mary Arroyo writes: today i‘ll make a short film & call it pansophism: the pretense is the matter—there will be someone with ague & someone arguing: “why didn’t you take better care of yourself?” a sweet shimmering … Continue reading →

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chimera at best

Posted on July 5, 2021 by istsfor manity

Effulgence Hangover O, rain your sparkle down on meFor we have flogged the glitter horse dead. There it lies rotting—a meal for worms—A monticule of monstrous greed & desire. So celebrate & canker me this, old man:Where do we go … Continue reading →

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when lost abroad

Posted on July 3, 2021 by istsfor manity

Travel Advice for Young Chauvinists (redux) (First, you’ll find intercalated pustules of censer smoke ringed by ferrules of frankincense in your heart. They were placed there by us. Do not panic.) Travel. And when lost abroad … You’ll find mussels … Continue reading →

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