Tag Archives: Hybrid writing

The Bullyboy Creep

Posted on March 18, 2022 by istsfor manity

Thee Bullyboy Creep Bullyboy in turtleneck aplombStringing z’s together in an endless creepCreep o’ the centuryCreep o’ the weekDo thee Bullyboy Creep What I’m Reading: “We have the capacities for understanding and, at the same time, we understand nothing…” — … Continue reading →

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Don’t D-76 / Don’t Stop / Don’t Fix

Posted on March 17, 2022 by istsfor manity

This ritual: its repetition is liturgical. A call and response in absentia. There is no rejoinder. There is no “and also with you.” What I’m Reading: “One form collective crime takes is marriage.” — Kathy Acker / Empire of the … Continue reading →

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guilty bystanders we

Posted on March 16, 2022 by istsfor manity

g.b.w. guilty bystanders we?bystanders guilty we!we guilty bystanders. What I’m Reading: “’Now,’ he said, ‘I’ll by God show them how ugly the Ugly American can be.’And he breaks out all the ugliest pictures in the image bank and puts it … Continue reading →

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i say blue

Posted on March 15, 2022 by istsfor manity

Sour (redux) Something in the magic of the sour blueberries and yogurt made the start of the day feel somewhat violet—or should I say blue. No. Go ahead and say blew. The day blew before it really got started. She, … Continue reading →

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seeds of dissension

Posted on March 14, 2022 by istsfor manity

The Movement of Fear We are a great school of fish. Teenager proxy finds the way in—into the circle of grace—plants the seeds of dissension. Chances are it won’t be us. Teenager strange face finds a rat covered in grim … Continue reading →

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watch your peripheries

Posted on March 13, 2022 by istsfor manity

Ñackets This is the movement of fear… Watch your peripheries… What I’m Reading: “As a teenager, poetry became the way I created space between wounds.” — Naomi Ortiz / “Crip Ecologies: Complicate the Conversation to Reclaim Power”

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the closed circuit

Posted on March 11, 2022 by istsfor manity

Flooded / Parched The things that were deleterious to her health were the things she enjoyed most in life. She found her life an endless set of binary “yes or no’s”—multivariate options always at the “0” or “1” click or … Continue reading →

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why don’t people

Posted on March 10, 2022 by istsfor manity

SQUALL The long winter was the cause. He hit the snow plow driver with a shovel. He cut the man’s brow deeply over his left eye. A neighbor said: “Incidents like this don’t usually occur in this neighborhood.” Another said: … Continue reading →

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first world cavils

Posted on March 9, 2022 by istsfor manity

Raft of Tires Let us go then, you and I… Like a patient… lobotomized with Trotsky’s ice-pick. Let us go, through certain half… dim back-alley Havana streets where “los gusanos” dare to meet—away from the teeth of the revolution. Let … Continue reading →

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way of disengaging

Posted on March 8, 2022 by istsfor manity

You Think It’s OK For You I’m lost without a clear linear narrative upset by temporal disjunction and chagrined by jump-cut edits. I have no way of disengaging from this nightmare. I’d just like to fall asleep. I’m certain this … Continue reading →

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