Tag Archives: Random Sights with Signs

true existential argonaut

Posted on April 4, 2025 by istsfor manity

SLR (redux) It was an aversion that grew out of a childhood compulsion to read every interpretive sign she came across on family vacations and school field trips. She began back in the analog age on a single lens reflex … Continue reading →

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a long shadow

Posted on March 4, 2025 by istsfor manity

Dayglo Vision The day started a bit drab. Oh there was pedaling to be sure, but first resupply and post office chores … … and cortadito & croqueta imbibements at Latin American, and then onto the home field turf, of … Continue reading →

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peripatetic writing fool

Posted on February 28, 2025 by istsfor manity

Hello! This is your peripatetic writing fool host brining you dispatches from the East Coast Greenway Trail (hopefully! providing all goes well … and sing to the crows it does) over the next 60-75 days (very roughly). Huh? What’s that … Continue reading →

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pitched evoke image

Posted on February 24, 2025 by istsfor manity

American Scree 19 (erasure / blot poem #66) He demons in language.During his compositions not to cognition The letters instead The letterskind of flashycorrespond to kindof potential colors,whose called for colors, high pitchedevokeimage lights imagery,a whole kind of citydistanced from emphasis … Continue reading →

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nightmare worth dreaming 

Posted on October 26, 2024 by istsfor manity

flowerbed of inevitability  one of our elevators is missing / a deep dark well in its stead / due to the flourish of inequality / she sends a telegram to the fishmonger’s wife  it’s a nuthouse of embarrassments / it … Continue reading →

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in my neighborhood pt. 76

Posted on August 27, 2024 by istsfor manity

What I’m Reading: I was born to be gigantic,said the violet flower that derailed me.this is a rumor, so there aren’tany rules to go with it. — Nora Claire Miller / “Rumor”

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in this (my) neighborhood pt. 75

Posted on July 23, 2024 by istsfor manity

What I’m Reading: Our dried voices, when We whisper together Are quiet and meaninglessAs wind in dry grass  — T.S. Eliot / “The Hollow Men”

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in my neighborhood pt. 74

Posted on July 17, 2024 by istsfor manity

What I’m Reading: The glacier acts like a keystone for the West Antarctic Ice Sheet, meaning that a collapse could drag neighbouring glaciers with it, potentially adding more than 3m (almost 10ft) to global sea levels. — Dr. Ella Gilbert … Continue reading →

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in this (my) neighborhood pt. 72

Posted on July 9, 2024 by istsfor manity

What I’m Reading: But everything’snot enoughyou have to go out& shakeeverything’shand and thetremendousfeeling ofeverythingis not shook enough. — Eileen Myles / “Sweet Heart”

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rondos of chants

Posted on June 24, 2024 by istsfor manity

[a strange fortune …] a strange fortunethe ministry where they linger—throttle linking (and also separating)belles from godsons (or ankles?)a lovely novitiatethat homely workhouse,that most quotidian of sizzles—the portcullis? what of grandmother porticoes—postage-standing façade of tendonsor is it tom-toms?pasted in plaid … Continue reading →

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