Tag Archives: Quotes

son of violence (2 posts below)

Posted on August 5, 2026 by istsfor manity

I was a jackanapes (redux) in Sevastopol when sloth consumed me.Now I’m fagged on a stackof lighted pyre — the funeralin progress. I was the son of violence,and as begets one so highly skilled — I’m a gun-licker & barrel-blowerwho … Continue reading →

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am extremely thankful

Posted on August 4, 2026 by istsfor manity

It Starts With a bike ride —Just one, then another.And soon life seems dullOff of a bike. So you take anotherAnd another, and again.Then you can’t stop.Life is better on a bicycle. Any day on a bike is betterThan any … Continue reading →

in this (my) neighborhood pt.143

Posted on August 3, 2026 by istsfor manity

What I’m Reading: Summer dilates time. It has a way of taking foreeeever to get here, and once it arrives it seems like there’s months and months ahead of you, and enough time to do all the things you dreamed … Continue reading →

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to save ourselves

Posted on August 2, 2026 by istsfor manity

Memorable Stuff I Read This Week Like thunder, I’m a foreign-borne cloud that’sdrifted here, I’m lightning, and the balm of rain.Como tú, our blood rains for the dirty thirst of this land. Like thirst, like hunger, we ache with the … Continue reading →

soft and blackened

Posted on August 1, 2026 by istsfor manity

swash papaya (redux) a swash papaya rolls gently onto my toes—desolate place this—oil sheens in eddies on sand once whitejust what is that color now?the swash papaya inediblesoft and blackened on its equator—equality evanesces much like a savage republicreplaces what … Continue reading →

heat dome come

Posted on July 31, 2026 by istsfor manity

Jailbreak of Sorrows (“I Had Me A Wife, I Had Me Some Daughters”) Massive heat dome comeDown on me — I’ve run myselfRagged — nobody knowsWhat I’ve done to my family. As the Fata Morganas shimmered away —I dug a hole as … Continue reading →

a dayglo disc

Posted on July 30, 2026 by istsfor manity

the kludge • the sun is a dayglo disc . . . take a cudgel to the kludgefrou frou in the bijou • What I’m Reading: In little-noticed court documents, federal officials acknowledged this month that they had terminated the … Continue reading →

the day’s encryption

Posted on July 29, 2026 by istsfor manity

/ + (soy yo autoretrato) – / [redux] 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 … Continue reading →

devotion and diminution

Posted on July 28, 2026 by istsfor manity

the sensitive use of stelae and sedimentsrough as chip sealrolled flat and torn upwhat are you going to gain why is she crying not bad saving alkali ballsfrom demolition — devotionand diminution — that’s depravedpontificate in your jodhpurs wail in … Continue reading →

the starkest darkest

Posted on July 27, 2026 by istsfor manity

thee raging undergrowth (redux) the fear bitterness & hatredthe witch fellow faltersthe work the starkest darkest &the most sharply subversive pair of shoesthe wartime years self maneuvered & censoredthe jingoistic pension conditionalthe use of memory & his own wordsthe struggling … Continue reading →