Tag Archives: Random Sights with Signs

again & again

Posted on June 21, 2021 by istsfor manity

Words Failed Her Time & Time Again & Again “Who killed the pork chops? / What price bananas? / Are you my Angel?” — Allen Ginsberg / “A Supermarket in California”

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the world ascended

Posted on June 20, 2021 by istsfor manity

The Maw She spotted him kicking the St. Jude statue installed outside the Melkite Church on the corner. It was the same dirty and desultory man who approached her the day before. The sky was a swirl of hazy cross-oceanic … Continue reading →

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am a visionary

Posted on June 19, 2021 by istsfor manity

No Easy Way Down Someone said to her: “Are your avocados in the oven?” To which she said: “Excuse me. Do I know you?” “You are very angry, aren’t you?” “Again, do I know you, sir?” He moved about her … Continue reading →

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passion for rotters

Posted on June 15, 2021 by istsfor manity

She Meets Pepi Poppers There’s something of the sybarite about her. She plays the lute too loud and with reckless abandon — popping strings here and there and singing haltingly about fucking. About what? Yeah, and she eats too many … Continue reading →

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apropos of nothing

Posted on June 10, 2021 by istsfor manity

Interlude It is recorded in some musty tome that in 1456 Pope Callixtus III excommunicated the comet to end all comets. A heathen astral rock glowing white-hot as it streaked across the sky. The stars are signifiers. The popes are … Continue reading →

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ask anhedonia anyone

Posted on June 9, 2021 by istsfor manity

Transience of Beauty She realized, once in the southern city a few days, she could be mindful of enjoying a moment or two—as fleeting as they were—before the drowned world. On occasion she experienced something of the transience of beauty—or … Continue reading →

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uprooted the faceless

Posted on June 8, 2021 by istsfor manity

Portents & Twine The unrooted. The faceless. The darkness without form. Forms without substance. The turmoil throwing her into a state of agitation. Explicit signs. Signs without meaning. Warning signs. All was a mass of confusion she wallowed in—these nascent … Continue reading →

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she gave him

Posted on May 18, 2021 by istsfor manity

The Gas He gave her gas. She gave him the schpilkes. “You have to quit confusing a madness with a mission.” — Flannery O’Connor / The Violent Bear It Away

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dry tongue mouth (redux)

Posted on May 17, 2021 by istsfor manity

You Cannot Be Anything If You Want To Be Everything In her dream she was at a garish fairground carnival under a cloudless dayglo blue sky. She was separated from her parents. She panicked. She was lost in this strange … Continue reading →

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never ending line

Posted on May 15, 2021 by istsfor manity

Clodomira’s Lament She had a dour doughy face. She dredged countless bodies up in her memories. Daily humiliations relived. Ruminations leading in on themselves, self-reflexive, like an never ending line of diminishing versions of herself in a funhouse mirror. She … Continue reading →

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