Tag Archives: Photography

the action unspooling

Posted on October 4, 2021 by istsfor manity

Raw Manifold … let’s move on to dreams, phosphenes and the armatures and substructures that make up those worlds. Even in the most extreme and intense dreams one may see below the action unspooling in said dream narrative and peak … Continue reading →

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in my neighborhood

Posted on October 3, 2021 by istsfor manity

“We rub blistersover billows of leaf smoke. Or stand alone,bagging gold for the cold days to come.” — David Baker / “Neighbors in October”

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sold us all

Posted on October 2, 2021 by istsfor manity

black matte spray collimate ii. at the museum of digest feminismBoccaccio quotes have been stricken thru the time to digress was then—sometime in the 14th century wrought in yersinia pestis yellow and arte della lana blue— centuries before its gabardine … Continue reading →

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long magnified acts

Posted on September 29, 2021 by istsfor manity

(silence) (silence) 33 frames longmagnifiedacts as a valve national anthem plays (fade to back) “The words are growing in the field, and they hover above the page. They’re like flowers, and I pick the ones I like. My eye is … Continue reading →

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something akin to

Posted on September 25, 2021 by istsfor manity

close your eyes sleepy you can’t shake off the somnolence it feels so comfortable to close your eyes something akin to sexual gratification it’s all you desire for the next hour or two the waves the crickets the gentle but … Continue reading →

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of particulate love

Posted on September 12, 2021 by istsfor manity

Trash Dash Trash dash on a two hour meterA ham and cheese croissant and pilferYour heart which has grown fibrous —Dry and cleansed of particulate love —Full of granular lunacy and roilingPathic are your howls as I leverageMy full weight … Continue reading →

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fungus among us

Posted on September 4, 2021 by istsfor manity

Polysemy of Text Polyvalency of Text Ambivalence of Text Mere Fungus Among Us “They drilled holes in his head, vacuumed out the blood and more words. My father was finally arrested, he turned in the rest of his words, they … Continue reading →

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cold and liminal

Posted on August 22, 2021 by istsfor manity

Ossuary (Haiku) Ossuary hall—A muzz of dry voices rasp—Cold and liminal. “The garden’s lilies have started to rotSo who is the corpse being carried from the house” — Guillaume Apollinaire / “The Lady”

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annealed

Posted on August 21, 2021 by istsfor manity

“I sometimes think of what future historians will say of us. A single sentence will suffice for modern man: he fornicated and read the papers. After that vigorous definition, the subject will be, if I may say so, exhausted.” — … Continue reading →

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tang of petroleum

Posted on July 30, 2021 by istsfor manity

2029 The air is sharp with the tang of petroleum and machine fluids. Tendrils of perfume pin prick the air. You follow that scent to the end of a street where the bodies are piled chest high. “So here’s my … Continue reading →

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