Tag Archives: Photography

why belligerent robots

Posted on November 30, 2022 by istsfor manity

Aural Disjecta Dream-Fu(Haiku/Ukiah/Tanka) Headful of childhoodDisjecta—jingles, and tripe—Where is the off switch? His white man savior complex—Why Marlin Perkins?Why Animal Kingdom, why? Why Rock ‘Em Sock ‘Em?Why belligerent robots?Rub-a-Dub Dolly?Why can’t I turn-off my head? Maybe, I’ll get back in … 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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get to work

Posted on November 28, 2022 by istsfor manity

Bluetoothing the Novel (sorta redux’ed) Maple bacon cheddar pizza, I say, repeating what she just said to me. I need a snack soon, she says. A swoony-jazzy song plays like it’s 1967– remember the smarmy song playing in The Graduate … Continue reading →

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make mango mush

Posted on November 27, 2022 by istsfor manity

The Best Stuff I Read This Week “I feel that nothing has really changed since my early childhood and that life is simply a series of scenes interspersed with songs.” — Annie Ernaux / I Remain in Darkness “Just because … 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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monsters of jamaica plain

Posted on November 25, 2022 by istsfor manity

What I’m Reading: “I think the arts exist because they are useful — essential to our species. I think it’s part of being human, to make art and need art. For the pleasure of it, and for whatever knowledge we … 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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