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in my (these) neighborhood(s) pt. 34 (as in some things seen from a bike)

Posted on June 22, 2023 by istsfor manity

What I’m Reading: “Traveling alone, you get to be whoever you want. I don’t mean lie. I mean you get to be a blank slate. You can’t leave behind your skin color, or your height, or the handsomeness or homeliness … Continue reading →

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two flat skunks

Posted on June 21, 2023 by istsfor manity

dead stuff / summer solstice (tanka and haiku with envoi) yesterday i spiedmany dead animaloids—whirred by at some speed‘bout 14 miles fast—i hope to see less today… a rash of squirrels—white bone and feather blue jayits blue crest intact a … Continue reading →

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gesture becomes statement

Posted on June 20, 2023 by istsfor manity

gesture (haiku) suggestion through painta gesture becomes statementsplash of blue on red What I’m Reading: “Don’t evaluate a short ride in physiological terms. Easy pedaling is good thinking time.“ — Grant Petersen / Just Ride: A Radically Practical Guide to … Continue reading →

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to receive anointment

Posted on June 19, 2023 by istsfor manity

mats of flower lava Press play above to watch short film mats of flower lava (:29) What I’m Reading: “Maybe what I want when I go out in nature is not to see it, but to be seen by it. … Continue reading →

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want to forget

Posted on June 18, 2023 by istsfor manity

The Best Stuff I (Re)Read This Week “Suffering is a part of the human condition and must be borne. But misery is a choice.” — Cormac McCarthy / The Passenger “Scars have the strange power to remind us that our … Continue reading →

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a truffle kabuki

Posted on June 17, 2023 by istsfor manity

Rapid Eye Pie The lotus-eaters adjourn — full of Dutchman’s breeches and fox gloves. Floating. Touring the recesses and regressing — shading the noncommittal lilacs. A truffle kabuki in shadow play and detonation — a respectful lunch. Fingertips asses — … Continue reading →

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the ineffable realized

Posted on June 16, 2023 by istsfor manity

baking ourselves the ineffable realized/ in an infographic /we’re baking ourselves to death What I’m Reading: “There’s no such thing as life without bloodshed … I think the notion that the species can be improved in some way, that everyone … Continue reading →

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in my neighborhood pt. 33

Posted on June 15, 2023 by istsfor manity

What I’m Reading: “It takes very little to govern good people. Very little. And bad people cant be governed at all. Or if they could I never heard of it.” — Cormac McCarthy / No Country for Old Men

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cars ruin cities

Posted on June 14, 2023 by istsfor manity

cars ruin cities (found haiku) cars ruin citiesi thank you for not drivingride your bike instead What I’m Reading: “Cormac McCarthy, the formidable and reclusive writer of Appalachia and the American Southwest, whose raggedly ornate early novels about misfits and … Continue reading →

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ghosts drifting through

Posted on June 13, 2023 by istsfor manity

Wanderlust (found ukiah) The churchgoers appear—paleReplaced by joggersGhosts—drifting through public lives What I’m Reading: “I’m getting tired of not wearing underwear / and then again I like it / strolling along / feeling the wind blow softly on my genitals…” … Continue reading →

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