Tag Archives: Nonfiction

tortured poet profound

Posted on January 17, 2025 by istsfor manity

laurel to fig (senseless) look mister, play the heathen woodwindin keeping with the fatherlandwith observatories & non-permanencewith your alluringly detached genderthe cathode for the big american weapon splinter your sphincter exerting a supernaturalinhibition over your farthings and flip-flopsa patisserie a … Continue reading →

leave the planet

Posted on January 16, 2025 by istsfor manity

Yeasty Things haven’t been exactly yeasty, I said. You mean easy? Listen, I’m going through a sloughing. I remit what I can’t desist, I said. She played the intro to the TV show Lost in Space on her detuned Farfisa. … Continue reading →

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slice before sanguinary

Posted on January 15, 2025 by istsfor manity

/ + (soy yo autoretrato) I am the day’s encryption /I am nylon whir on fetid skronk /I am must + disequilibrium /I am growth opportunity /I am terror in the grass /I am green bastion in silence /I am … Continue reading →

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 →

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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 →

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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