Tag Archives: Random Sights with Signs

in this (my) neighborhood pt. 43

Posted on September 13, 2023 by istsfor manity

What I’m Reading: “You cannot outrun a bear. Do not run. Stand your ground if charged by a bear. They have been clocked at speeds up to 35 miles per hour and like dogs they will chase fleeing animals.” — … Continue reading →

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what you will

Posted on September 7, 2023 by istsfor manity

Your pareidolia / My pneumonia •Hey things could be beautiful•If I understood your semiotics for pulmonary distress•What do you mean you see Jesus’s face on this rye crisp?•Hey things could be beautiful•This wounded choking burning micro plastic forever chemical infused … Continue reading →

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in this (my) neighborhood pt. 41

Posted on September 4, 2023 by istsfor manity

What I’m Reading: “I am ashamed to keep thinking of deathas a chute that connects to the garbage. I knowI should picture it more like the pneumatic tubes at banks of the past: you put in your name and your … Continue reading →

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for your soul

Posted on September 1, 2023 by istsfor manity

a … (haiku) … hotwire for your heart … nine minute drive to desire … tonic for your soul What I’m Reading: “Purgatory is dry” — Therese Estacion / “EF IV”

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shrapnel incised excised

Posted on August 30, 2023 by istsfor manity

Haiku 32421 (redux) My heart is shrapnel —Incised, excised, in your wake —Fragments, incomplete. What I’m Reading: “i almost become vomit / resisting being / a jellied woman / mopped up” — Therese Estación / “ICU II”

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carrying our mothers

Posted on August 13, 2023 by istsfor manity

The Best Stuff I Read This Week “She weeps because she can see our dead uterus lying sadly on a pillow—mura gyud ug pagod na tocino looking very much like the burnt pork belly at breakfast no one wants to … Continue reading →

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not my vertigo

Posted on August 5, 2023 by istsfor manity

Jump-Cut Check-Ins Check me out—Check me in… In the montage I ascend from the dashboard—depart on the window dressed of spaniels—and like the nude descending the staircase I’m aggrieved. For I know not where the primordial matter in the skin … Continue reading →

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a dog castle

Posted on July 30, 2023 by istsfor manity

Overheard at the Experimental Music Festival (Saturday & Last Edition) There’s a spider in there. It looks like it died… I don’t even know what that means anymore… Some guy in Japan spent a fuck ton of money to build … Continue reading →

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look like crap

Posted on July 29, 2023 by istsfor manity

Overheard at the Experimental Music Festival (Friday Edition) I warn you, my cat likes to sleep on people… P.M.S.—stands for “putting up with male shit…” The skill set that I have is so unique… I look like crap… Are you … Continue reading →

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at your heels

Posted on July 27, 2023 by istsfor manity

Graupel Graupel? How could there be the slightest hint of graupel during two 70-degree days in mid-January? We’ll soon be burning in a hellish wasteland—so why bother? Just keep moving forward. Get going—it’s worthwhile to roll your boulder up the … Continue reading →

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