Tag Archives: Hybrid writing

regarding vocal spaniels

Posted on September 22, 2023 by istsfor manity

Strange Frequencies from Management (treated found email) Good Mortgage, I wanted to clarify my email from yesterday regarding the garment promenade. Please remember the same rummages apply for vocal spaniels. If you are physically able you must go out into … Continue reading →

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in this (my) neighborhood pt. 44

Posted on September 14, 2023 by istsfor manity

What I’m Reading: “Human activity is turning Earth into a world that may no longer adequately support the societies we’ve built, scientists warn in a new study charting whether and by how much we have surpassed nine ‘planetary boundaries.’” — … Continue reading →

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(this week) in this neighborhood pt. 38

Posted on July 16, 2023 by istsfor manity

What I’m Listening To: Le vélo vite réparé (Tour de France, Tour de France) Le peloton est regroupé (Tour de France, Tour de France) — Kraftwerk / “Tour de France”

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shadow only shadow

Posted on February 10, 2023 by istsfor manity

Here, Hear Here Here are the doldrums. Here is sickness and listlessness. Here is shadow, hear the shadow. Here is formlessness, hear the formlessness. Here the auger of an augury bores a hole— into darkness. Hear it! Here the quicksand … Continue reading →

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to be home

Posted on February 7, 2023 by istsfor manity

Medium-Density Amorphous The longing for home—as darkness descends & sickness and death lurk at the peripheries. The new ice—the medium-density amorphous ice. The geophony of home—how the wind howls at 212 feet elevation. It’s good to be home—wherever that is. … Continue reading →

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the mourning dove

Posted on January 31, 2023 by istsfor manity

what the mourning dove said: What I’m Reading: “In a shared world we cannot assume that any way of understanding, ordering, or valuing is correct or final. Rather, we are required to attend to others in their specificity, to ask … Continue reading →

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flummoxed but curious

Posted on January 24, 2023 by istsfor manity

How I Feel (In the Continuous Present) … Like a router flummoxed but curious about what this be we’re doing— Like pens, a blackout poem marker & highlighter Frank O’Hara words deferred— Like a Gertrude Stein staple remover looking forward … Continue reading →

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sudden shocking discovery

Posted on January 22, 2023 by istsfor manity

The Best Stuff I Read This Week “Suffice to say, I do not feel the same enthusiasm around this technology … I understand that ChatGPT is in its infancy but perhaps that is the emerging horror of AI – that … Continue reading →

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left ventricle ablaze

Posted on January 19, 2023 by istsfor manity

bleeding heart aflame ive got the bleeding heart of jesus aflamesomebody say amen ive got the rhyzomatic bleeding heart aflamesomebody say amen my eyes are on firesomebody say amen ive got primordial matter sloughing this way and thatsomebody say amen … Continue reading →

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not to remember

Posted on January 17, 2023 by istsfor manity

haunted (found poem: erased manipulated & cut-up) selecta placehauntedspiritedimbuedwith days sticktimes and a noteof lightand sound shadowsomeoneand arise leave smellstextures phonea thoughtand memorythat sensorypockettalk afterwardcheckeverything youremembertry not to rememberjust observe What I’m Reading: “Saw sea waves rush ashoresome angry some … Continue reading →

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