Tag Archives: Quotes

this moment desiccated

Posted on November 9, 2022 by istsfor manity

Etiolated (redux) Your voice echoes through the ages — as if from the depths of dry amphora. Pushcarts and tumbrils full of the dregs of the failed american experiment. A skim of cream and a puff of smoke are equal … Continue reading →

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happen to know

Posted on November 8, 2022 by istsfor manity

Overheard Convos at an Event U R Glad U Missed I have not challenged myself in that manner in two years… So what does serendipity mean? … and she was like so hush, hush. It was so embarrassing. I think … Continue reading →

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you become poetry

Posted on November 6, 2022 by istsfor manity

The Best Stuff I Read This Week “Writing is impossible … Maybe it’s hopeless … But oh, god, at least it isn’t not writing.” — Sarah Gailey / “Pep Talk from Sarah Gailey” “the idea that writing is easy comes … Continue reading →

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time to cure

Posted on November 5, 2022 by istsfor manity

Guiding the Peeps in Ur Head (blackout # 11.4.22) Today you will require additional timeto cure. Therefore we ask people to use the lowerdoor to enter the upperdoor. Access will return to normaltomorrow. Apologizefor the inconvenience. What I’m Reading: “Creativity … Continue reading →

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be free be

Posted on November 4, 2022 by istsfor manity

Impingements A stomach churning invasion of impingements on the ears and the inner alcoves of the cranium. Akin to a machine spitting out screws ricocheting off the floors and tinkling in circles, in counterpoint, to the scraping of chairs and … Continue reading →

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i’ll bring you

Posted on November 3, 2022 by istsfor manity

nightmare no. 630 (flecked haiku) some roads have puddlessome rivers are flecked with bloodi’ll bring you a glass What I’m Reading: “Allow no Christian ritualsfor this bitch, but, ifyou like, you might invitea homeless dog to sing…” — Sandra Cisneros … Continue reading →

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a floating shadow

Posted on November 2, 2022 by istsfor manity

Squall I’m lost in a hanging garden.Dark hollows.Death in June songs.Someone humming:she said destroy in black New York…Is she humming it correctly?Get off that—What is correct?Who decides?Haven’t we been here before?Recently.So.I don’t detach from myself—but I am tethered to myself:A … Continue reading →

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the frustration detective

Posted on October 31, 2022 by istsfor manity

More Warping Memos from the Building Managment @ N+13 Happy Halloween Monday. There will be trim-or-treating by chips in the Tracksuit and Townhouses on Monday October 31 from 5-7 pm. The chips will trim-or-treat only in the apostrophes where owners/renters … Continue reading →

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trash and food

Posted on October 30, 2022 by istsfor manity

The Best Stuff I Read This Week “…and if I have any advice to give to anybody it’s this: take up watercolor painting.” — Charles Bukowski / Notes of a Dirty Old Man “When I lace my boots, before stepping … Continue reading →

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what is correct

Posted on October 29, 2022 by istsfor manity

Hanging Chain Cholla The difficulty grows. Driving. Trying to get back. Something amiss. Disagreements. House not a home. Airy space in the country. Windows down. Smell of desiccated earth. What is correct? Who decides? Three rough looking men on the … Continue reading →

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