Tag Archives: Hybrid writing

crackle and hiss

Posted on December 1, 2022 by istsfor manity

Another Record (redux) Two 33 1/3 rpm records are arguing with each other on Christmas Eve 1992. One record, Casserole by The Tinklers, cedes the polemic to the other—The Shaggs’ Philosophy of The World. “That’s OK,” Casserole says as it … Continue reading →

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platters of skeevies

Posted on November 29, 2022 by istsfor manity

Pluot of Complacency(from The Lost Epiphanies of Melodramas Undone Compilation) You son of a— What’s a compliant pluot of complacency mean?! Is that an insult, a compliment? It doesn’t feel like it is. And what’s with leaving me this lone … Continue reading →

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bring your angularity

Posted on November 26, 2022 by istsfor manity

What the Chakackas Guitar Riff Wrought Ox Mayday was a brutal man… (No, I don’t have to show you the throttled necks, the extracted teeth, the multifarious testicles hooked up to electrodes, or the sound of the crushed metatarsals—I ain’t … Continue reading →

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cut and paste

Posted on November 24, 2022 by istsfor manity

Hegemonic Extirpation Day Blues It’s a ragged sort of heat. The call of the west again. Then a discomfiting sort of rain. It’s my first day out of the house in nearly three weeks. Just 2 days ago I was … Continue reading →

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my amygdala grates

Posted on November 23, 2022 by istsfor manity

The Apotheosis of the Crab What if what I wanted to write what didn’t need to be written? What is this strange atmosphere that has settled over me? One of my holy ghosts has scrammed for a patch of stratocumulus, … Continue reading →

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in my neighborhood pt.19

Posted on November 22, 2022 by istsfor manity

What I’m Reading: “If developing countries can not pay their debts everyone will suffer. If we do not take care of poorer countries the well-being of richer countries is not going to last and we will not be able to … Continue reading →

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see my altar

Posted on November 21, 2022 by istsfor manity

The Best Stuff I Read Yesterday “I will cease waiting for someone to do something about the war, the walls, the guns, the drugs, the stupidity of leaders, and ally myself with citizens who practice the art of tossing their … Continue reading →

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does not work

Posted on November 20, 2022 by istsfor manity

Uh… This system does not work. Desist. What I’m Reading: “Soon enough me and the United States of America will be dust.” — Meg Ramey / Begin By Telling

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swagger of hope

Posted on November 19, 2022 by istsfor manity

i dreamt i dreamt myself into beingat the aperture of solitary sanguinityit was somewhere near the sunfor i felt the furnace heat the cold tried to muscle throughbut it was kept at bayin darkness i dreamt myself into a foray … Continue reading →

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your morning ablutions

Posted on November 17, 2022 by istsfor manity

Bade an Aubade to Bad (redux) You must remember an aubade is a poem or piece of music appropriate to the dawn or early morning.You must remember your rituals—your morning ablutions.You must remember the wine colored stains on the walls … Continue reading →

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