Tag Archives: Photography

holy by happenstance

Posted on May 5, 2021 by istsfor manity

Scything The difficult made holy by happenstance. She was delirious, but understood she’d make the first cut soon—minutes, perhaps seconds. She recoiled imagining the pain. The rain in Maine stayed mainly in her brain. She moved—graceless—in a fog. The reaper … Continue reading →

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harangued and harassed

Posted on May 2, 2021 by istsfor manity

Tide Pool Nature repulsed her in myriad ways—psychological and visceral assaults. She needed to be harangued and harassed—everyday and in every way. Her Sisyphean rock would be the nocturnal infrared world she sensed in the water. She would remain in … 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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feckless anagram composition

Posted on April 15, 2021 by istsfor manity

(press play above to watch my short film, cloud generator) Feckle of Fug Fugue Fickle In a land where nothing of note took place—except waiting for something of note to take place—here, there lived a figure, a fixture, of feckless anagram … Continue reading →

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(press play above for short film) evasive and withdrawn terracotta facades work that ignores your native intelligence the need for redemption grows a state prison for women on one side a jail for men nearing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

Posted on April 9, 2021 by istsfor manity

AND “All writing is garbage. People who come out of nowhere to try to put into words any part of what goes on in their minds are pigs. All writers are pigs. Especially writers today.” — Antonin Artaud / The … Continue reading →

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on hiatus post

Posted on April 8, 2021 by istsfor manity

AND “You can make a collage on a postcard and write a poem about it.” — John Ashberry

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