Tag Archives: Nonfiction

art-i-ficial

Posted on January 14, 2025 by istsfor manity

flarfish 17(c): simulacrum marcela (redux) (Spanish to Persian to English translation version via Google Translate with Google sculpting) Inducing a pileated simulacrum—This very large & important evidence of thepotential impact of gravitational loads &Levitational toadstools: PileusBrimless &Thesis paper joyless. Circean … Continue reading →

something of love

Posted on January 13, 2025 by istsfor manity

the skin sack (recursion) I know not where the primordial matter in the skin sack I’m in intends to go . . . I do know that I’m doing the best that I can. I know despoilment. I know the … Continue reading →

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violence is unjustifiable

Posted on January 12, 2025 by istsfor manity

Memorable Stuff I Read This Week Without poetry, it’s possible that violence would be the norm, the steady state, but because poems exist, all violence is unjustifiable, is monstrous. — Raúl Zurita / INRI I listened to some invisible birdrattling … Continue reading →

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in film fragments

Posted on January 11, 2025 by istsfor manity

some no reason in flim fragments i move through the wounds • inside • untethered • a driving bellyache yellow • red 40 blue 2 • jaunty angel song slowed to sludgecore • sludgecore speeds to screed • a thoroughfare … Continue reading →

existing is waiting

Posted on January 10, 2025 by istsfor manity

Bring to a Boil (before making soup) Nothing new to act on this old but I never wait for the firestorm exercise good judgment wait for want want to want want to wait. Want to write what to write you’ve … Continue reading →

try the bipedalon

Posted on January 9, 2025 by istsfor manity

A Long Quadrennial This is not a planet you want to be on—trying to make sequins of the ineffable. Try the bipedalon—cedar straightaways—and sprinkle my flaymakers. This is not a planet you want to be on—layer the burrs on the … Continue reading →

de mortuis nil

Posted on January 8, 2025 by istsfor manity

dada death 2 ddedebtd.e.a.detoxdetunedétentedetonatedetonatordetonationdeordinationdeontologicaldeoxygenateddepalatalizationdepartmentalizedespiritualizationdeindividualization dada dada dada dadade lunatico inquirendode mortuis nil nisi bonumde do do do de da da da demythologizationdeuteranomalousdeterministicallydenaturalizatizedendrophagousdemonetizationdemoralizationdesertificationdemoniacallydefenestratedepredationderogatorydesecratedenigratedepravedeploydesexdenydevdad What I’m Reading: Winter is on us now, and will return:soiled snows will choke the city streets again,bleak … Continue reading →

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breakfast of conquistadors

Posted on January 7, 2025 by istsfor manity

Beyond Grammar (redux) Clothes hoist. They can’t stop every time it gets windy or they’ll never finish the job. Don’t disturb Papa. He’ll rage out of the room and throw darts at us. I wish we’d never given him that … Continue reading →

your jump into

Posted on January 6, 2025 by istsfor manity

We Are Guilty Google MapsThomas Kincaid painter of lightTongue from the deliConceptual territoryYour Lottery Dream Home Taylor SwiftYour geographic locationThe heft of Le CreusetThese hyperrealist buttonsSelf-reflexive language My morning oatsUnsavory legal documentsTonal implosionsA splooting squirrelYour day job Your pathosYour jump … Continue reading →

like a golem

Posted on January 5, 2025 by istsfor manity

Memorable Stuff I Read This Week I LOST MY LEFT ARM today. It came off clean at the shoulder. Janice 2 picked it up and brought it back to the hotel. I would have thought it would affect my balance … Continue reading →

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