Tag Archives: Hybrid writing

echo of echoes

Posted on April 7, 2022 by istsfor manity

Hear (haiku) Ears color speckle Parabolic sound resoundsEcho of echoes What I’m Reading: “Always, I hear a little oratorioinside my head. Mothshave carried away my carpets,like invisible pallbearers.” — Henri Cole / “Free Dirt”

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of the shadow

Posted on April 6, 2022 by istsfor manity

The Death of Tane Then there was the sickness—So hot.The vault of heaven darker,Then darker still,A black sunAt end.It was succeeded by the shadowOf the shadow—SpreadingNearer and nearer to the pin prickOf lightDestroyed.Distant,To the west,A white effluent—Soft and yielding—Fades. What … Continue reading →

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you look better

Posted on April 5, 2022 by istsfor manity

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 mouths.Every bite a mouthful of rot and offal—Awful offal.The … Continue reading →

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two cotton balls

Posted on April 4, 2022 by istsfor manity

Like Glossolalia Like a van garde avant. Like drinking tea filtered through a Russian soldier’s underwear. Like speaking through saxophone skronk. Like drying your back with nettles and swallowing a chaw of thistles. Like bored sawing through panel board. Like … Continue reading →

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give me enough

Posted on April 3, 2022 by istsfor manity

Swing the Heartache Give ‘em enough rope.Give me enough rope.Rope. Swing the heartache.The heartache swing.Swing. Heartache.Swing.Rope. What I’m Reading: “In an unreasonable world, reason isn’t reasonable.” — Kathy Acker / Empire of the Senseless

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yellow filaments bind

Posted on April 2, 2022 by istsfor manity

Silver Halide Crystals (Haiku) Yellow filamentsBind circles of confusionTo silver halide What I’m Reading: “Don’t think good or bad. Think useful, pleasurable, strange.” — Jerry Saltz / How to Be an Artist

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images and text

Posted on April 1, 2022 by istsfor manity

April is the Cruellest… This is what April will look like . . .Easily digestible thoroughly detestable, or: Make your own favorite artist inspired project: You might glue colored papers into Sister Corita Kent style shapes and write aphoristic sentences … Continue reading →

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for my shadow

Posted on March 31, 2022 by istsfor manity

Skronk Tectonics 3 I. Shadow This is the finalresting placefor my shadow. II. Rock The moon wanesas we drop our rockinto the darkness.Our rock unbroken; in dust,in mud, over spur,in sag, over screeand talus — unchanged. The rock,infrangible, rolls. What … Continue reading →

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the spires gleam

Posted on March 30, 2022 by istsfor manity

Goth Vacation I. Cathedral We float in a melancholy auracrying onion-eyed tears.The spires gleam like forcepsextracting the sun from the sky. II. Spheres Pomodoro cut holesof obtuse logicfrom fecund metal spheres.The lawn overcome—cloud shadow spreading—recalling last night’s dream:the bottom of … Continue reading →

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stuff in between

Posted on March 29, 2022 by istsfor manity

Sanctioned by the Association of Nimble Twee (Fade Out / 8 channels of noise : one channel of noise drops out every 30 seconds until there is silence) Voiceover In Search Of A Film: Soft antennae entertainment turned minds to … Continue reading →

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