Tag Archives: Experimental writing

sold us all

Posted on October 2, 2021 by istsfor manity

black matte spray collimate ii. at the museum of digest feminismBoccaccio quotes have been stricken thru the time to digress was then—sometime in the 14th century wrought in yersinia pestis yellow and arte della lana blue— centuries before its gabardine … Continue reading →

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out of tune

Posted on September 30, 2021 by istsfor manity

Bile-Yellow (redux) The refulgent quality of my psychopomp is only surpassed by my staring into the sun. Psychopomp? Who the hell needs to be led in? I often stare into the sun. It’s the only way I know to calm … Continue reading →

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long magnified acts

Posted on September 29, 2021 by istsfor manity

(silence) (silence) 33 frames longmagnifiedacts as a valve national anthem plays (fade to back) “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 … Continue reading →

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someone muttering bummer

Posted on September 28, 2021 by istsfor manity

Jodhpurs & Jujyfruits There are blocks everyday. People die everyday. There is gothic organ music swelling and ebbing in the ether. There is someone muttering “bummer” nearby and the smell of acrid pot wafting on an eddy of warm wind … Continue reading →

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that toothy vortex

Posted on September 27, 2021 by istsfor manity

138 Pieces I wrote this yesterday under the influence of twin tornadoesWhile hiding under the bed with my grandmother and dogI planned a funeral as mattresses, pans and medicines strafed the airI saw my brother’s arm impaled on a jagged … Continue reading →

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something akin to

Posted on September 25, 2021 by istsfor manity

close your eyes sleepy you can’t shake off the somnolence it feels so comfortable to close your eyes something akin to sexual gratification it’s all you desire for the next hour or two the waves the crickets the gentle but … Continue reading →

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future of fragments

Posted on September 24, 2021 by istsfor manity

plagues causeda futureof fragments 50 millionfaults “It was not the least of our misfortunes that with our infection, when it ceased, there did not cease the spirit of strife and contention, slander and reproach, which was the great troubles of … Continue reading →

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deaf and unseeing

Posted on September 22, 2021 by istsfor manity

Nothing Means Something (redux) The victims were not drawn from the elites. The earliest surviving epistle asks: What of compassion? During the time of plague: What of abnegation? The outsider is to blame for the epidemic… expulsion, exodus… divine agency… … Continue reading →

surgical mask missiles

Posted on September 21, 2021 by istsfor manity

The Yahweh Quas Papa Speaks (redux) I was made for plague times!For the days weeks months — for the plague year! It’s the time for auxiliary malarial canons and sitars. Thee minute for surgical mask missiles and tinctures of Ayahuasca. It’s time … Continue reading →

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stop gap measure

Posted on September 19, 2021 by istsfor manity

stop gap stop. xxxxxxx gap. here is a stop gap measure for the continuing plague xxx. xxx. xxx. “You see again how far awayevery thing is from every other thing.” — Louise Glück / “Telescope”

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