Tag Archives: Experimental writing

are called defeat

Posted on April 21, 2021 by istsfor manity

flarfish #420 (forfend albino) Three pairs of colossal white doors open and close Agent fleabag sorts ALBINO MICE the dark purple ones are called defeat Why do white people tan their skin? Is it self-hatred? One way to keep a … Continue reading →

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up with people

Posted on April 19, 2021 by istsfor manity

(press play button above for my short film: parapraxis) Try the Truth We’ve all had contact with death, or with typewriter bullets resounding. We’ve seen zucchettos falling off heads—miters beatified without popes beneath them—and then sought the refuge of the … Continue reading →

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living hard pain

Posted on April 14, 2021 by istsfor manity

To Snare A Ghost (a blackout poem with short film / press play above) Final List Electric bedroom New witch Add wall next to track Wedge or arc Change entry Too damaged by Change We want to keep them at … Continue reading →

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never a good

Posted on April 13, 2021 by istsfor manity

(press play above to watch the short film) Using the dongle is never a good thing. “A slit of light torn in the cliff is just enough to remind me There is only despair in the world we create.” — … Continue reading →

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need for redemption

Posted on April 12, 2021 by istsfor manity

(press play above for short film) evasive and withdrawn terracotta facades work that ignores your native intelligence the need for redemption grows a state prison for women on one side a jail for men nearing release on the other a … Continue reading →

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done with this

Posted on April 11, 2021 by istsfor manity

AND “If the desire to write is not accompanied by actual writing, then the desire must be not to write.” — Hugh Prather

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eyeless in exile

Posted on April 10, 2021 by istsfor manity

EYELESS IN AND “All souls come here to rub the sharp edges off each other. This isn’t suffering. It’s erosion.” — Chuck Palahniuk / Haunted: A Novel

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as i probe

Posted on April 9, 2021 by istsfor manity

AND “All writing is garbage. People who come out of nowhere to try to put into words any part of what goes on in their minds are pigs. All writers are pigs. Especially writers today.” — Antonin Artaud / The … Continue reading →

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my sloth is

Posted on April 7, 2021 by istsfor manity

Who Woke Up Sucking a Lemon? When ironing I do most of my day’s work. I imagine I hit people with all my force—my shirts double for the people I really dislike. You text me that I have to hit … Continue reading →

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his grandmother teaspoon

Posted on April 6, 2021 by istsfor manity

Threnody for Slim Goat James (a found & erased document) James is believed to be buried in increasingly popular places. Find him near the barnacles, spider crabs, cockles, razor clams, and a mix of slim goat and sheep. He was … Continue reading →

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