Tag Archives: Experimental writing

pyramid of being (redux)

Posted on January 15, 2021 by istsfor manity

Parenthetically A god lost in her bathroom finds a door… (to the outside? No) She finds the door to the next life. She burns: “get back, get back to that nebula!”   Not The Steerage Type Steerage is so queer. … Continue reading →

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got pumpkin voodoo

Posted on January 14, 2021 by istsfor manity

the heebie jeebies this is about a poet who writes bird poems — without birds appearing in the poems mouth breathers and thirteen year old prostitutes often appear crying artillery shots echo in the blue distance the poet is a … Continue reading →

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wallow in silence

Posted on January 12, 2021 by istsfor manity

Overheard at the John Cage Symposium Every time there is a large gap on radio or television,John Cage is paid a royalty of $4.33.This is why people sit and listen to rain.I’ll make a presumptive statement…I want to hug this … Continue reading →

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gratuitous jump-cuts

Posted on January 11, 2021 by istsfor manity

Born Again I’ve been healed, but it’s going to be a rainy day tomorrow. It was revealed to me that profligacy leads to losing scrapers and brushes — and uncontrolled oven fires… or was it oven fries? I’m not sure. … Continue reading →

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seething altered state

Posted on January 8, 2021 by istsfor manity

film drama is the opium of the masses dziga vertov’s camera eyedetaches its retina – click, whir – a reddish yellow massof seething altered state kino-kism: glowingwhite-hot to-blue eye, the whirring swallows the grayincandescent sky “What we remember from childhood … Continue reading →

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eating the universe (redux)

Posted on January 7, 2021 by istsfor manity

Exiles In the Land of Kakistocracy I.  A Conversation in the Time of Galamatias: Our salad days are filled with bitter herbs and intractable roots —Not so much a salad, but a melangeOf weeds and thistles —Indelicate things in our … Continue reading →

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thee only method

Posted on January 5, 2021 by istsfor manity

How I Became The Scarified Boy (a thingamajiggy) This takes place everywhere and nowhere at once. At the center of a spin art piece before the paint reticulates out; in manifold dusty, dark spaces; in destitute backyards choked with crabgrass; … Continue reading →

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