Tag Archives: Hybrid writing

infrared all night

Posted on May 1, 2021 by istsfor manity

Tenebrous She went away to Maine for a day. The water was infrared all night. A fitful trip during a tenebrous year. “In the process of being broken open, worn down, and reshaped, an uncommon tranquility can follow. Our undoing … Continue reading →

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nothing was itself

Posted on April 30, 2021 by istsfor manity

Niz-nil-limbo She no longer knew what to make of anything— She understood nothing— Nothing was itself— This meant nothing. This means nothing. “It doesn’t matter what time of day you work, but you have to work every day because creation, … Continue reading →

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or your spleen

Posted on April 26, 2021 by istsfor manity

A merry place to lose an eyeball or your spleen. Being splenetic was only the half of it. There was no self awareness. “Lesson Ten: Poets, forget the classical meters, except if it’s to keep you above the breadline.” — … Continue reading →

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of feral hair

Posted on April 23, 2021 by istsfor manity

had it with what—or the couched girl worked with a story—language angels—wet dashed door never a nobody in terms of feral hair—capitalist lizards—upward themselves let illustrations labor logical—their have is where there’s secret poorhouse—down unwholesome work—shoes in flames—free the working … Continue reading →

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are called defeat

Posted on April 21, 2021 by istsfor manity

flarfish #420 (forfend albino) Three pairs of colossal white doors open and close Agent fleabag sorts ALBINO MICE the dark purple ones are called defeat Why do white people tan their skin? Is it self-hatred? One way to keep a … Continue reading →

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not a manticore

Posted on April 20, 2021 by istsfor manity

“Color is not a human or a personal reality; it is a political reality.” —James Baldwin / The Fire Next Time

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living hard pain

Posted on April 14, 2021 by istsfor manity

To Snare A Ghost (a blackout poem with short film / press play above) Final List Electric bedroom New witch Add wall next to track Wedge or arc Change entry Too damaged by Change We want to keep them at … Continue reading →

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never a good

Posted on April 13, 2021 by istsfor manity

(press play above to watch the short film) Using the dongle is never a good thing. “A slit of light torn in the cliff is just enough to remind me There is only despair in the world we create.” — … Continue reading →

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need for redemption

Posted on April 12, 2021 by istsfor manity

(press play above for short film) evasive and withdrawn terracotta facades work that ignores your native intelligence the need for redemption grows a state prison for women on one side a jail for men nearing release on the other a … Continue reading →

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done with this

Posted on April 11, 2021 by istsfor manity

AND “If the desire to write is not accompanied by actual writing, then the desire must be not to write.” — Hugh Prather

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