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pear of anguish

Posted on March 11, 2024 by istsfor manity

plumb me ive got easter island heads talking at each otherive got songs for drella in my noise cancelling earsive got pier paolo passolini’s 120 days of sodom on the rewind—and a mustard solo on a hebrew national on a … Continue reading →

a fever dream

Posted on March 9, 2024 by istsfor manity

the word : firmament we are lost at sea without anchorage. the firmament is a figment of a syphillitic fever dream. the firmament is affixed to a corrugated sheet of tin—full of pinpricks—and backed by massive metal armatures. the sun … Continue reading →

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a tabasco drip

Posted on March 5, 2024 by istsfor manity

Writing to the British Shipping Forecast Blues Paranoiac-critical to channel light vessel automatic—distortion to static—yankee hotel foxtrots in 3-minute fixes. I’m good—occasionally moderately—and now I have the unveiling change heebie-jeebies. The only thing constant is impermanence. And sure showers are … Continue reading →

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rid of meaning

Posted on March 1, 2024 by istsfor manity

Dendritic Bolus Blues (Dream at 3:38 am) [redux] Instead of changing my shirt I changed my mind and requested a reverse baptism. Get the father son and the Laszlo Moholy Ghost outta’ my body. Get ‘em all outta’ my soul. … Continue reading →

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a merry place

Posted on February 29, 2024 by istsfor manity

A poop pouch for a brain. A merry place to lose an eyeball or your spleen. Being splenetic is only the half of it— There is no self awareness. What I’m Reading: In Key West, the living surround the dead,who … Continue reading →

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scissors and fluff

Posted on February 28, 2024 by istsfor manity

sleep deprivation tanka any quintuplets?another colloquium?bring scissors and fluff.gnu stiffeners and goatherds—it’s a party, tape your fall. What I’m Reading: I wasn’t used to being a confused person, but that was how life was. Sometimes the events of the world … Continue reading →

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other deceptive codpieces

Posted on February 27, 2024 by istsfor manity

Eyeless in Tabula Rasa A monocle in the 1970s was as prideful as a pince nez. Today we wear neoliberal coke bottle-bottom horn rims. . . These ideas are drawn from a particularly short-sighted cilia’s lamentations entitled: Perky Monoliths and … Continue reading →

in this (my) neighborhood pt. 55

Posted on February 26, 2024 by istsfor manity

What I’m Reading: . . . for in Mumbai, as in Miami and many other coastal cities, these are often the very areas in which expensive new construction projects are located. Property values would almost certainly decline if residents were … Continue reading →

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shrapnel into rain

Posted on February 25, 2024 by istsfor manity

The Best Stuff I Read This Week California banned slavery in 1849. California law allowedNative people to be enslaved in 1910. — Allison Adelle Hedge Coke / Look at This Blue . . . I have been haunted by the … Continue reading →

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tongue that withers

Posted on February 24, 2024 by istsfor manity

native tongue haiku a tongue that withers—my native tongue sent packing—hegemonic curse. What I’m Reading: the walls of my voice, pronounce meAshamedso I bury my native tonguebeneath a borrowed one — Kathy Jetn̄il-Kijiner / “On the Couch with Būbū Neien” … Continue reading →

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