Tag Archives: Writing

done with this

Posted on April 11, 2021 by istsfor manity

AND “If the desire to write is not accompanied by actual writing, then the desire must be not to write.” — Hugh Prather

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eyeless in exile

Posted on April 10, 2021 by istsfor manity

EYELESS IN AND “All souls come here to rub the sharp edges off each other. This isn’t suffering. It’s erosion.” — Chuck Palahniuk / Haunted: A Novel

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as i probe

Posted on April 9, 2021 by istsfor manity

AND “All writing is garbage. People who come out of nowhere to try to put into words any part of what goes on in their minds are pigs. All writers are pigs. Especially writers today.” — Antonin Artaud / The … Continue reading →

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on hiatus post

Posted on April 8, 2021 by istsfor manity

AND “You can make a collage on a postcard and write a poem about it.” — John Ashberry

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my sloth is

Posted on April 7, 2021 by istsfor manity

Who Woke Up Sucking a Lemon? When ironing I do most of my day’s work. I imagine I hit people with all my force—my shirts double for the people I really dislike. You text me that I have to hit … Continue reading →

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his grandmother teaspoon

Posted on April 6, 2021 by istsfor manity

Threnody for Slim Goat James (a found & erased document) James is believed to be buried in increasingly popular places. Find him near the barnacles, spider crabs, cockles, razor clams, and a mix of slim goat and sheep. He was … Continue reading →

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peat-boggy notional

Posted on April 5, 2021 by istsfor manity

The Revanchist’s Score (to Settle) She is clearly not amused. Events have gone awry. It is her score (to settle) now—it is placid and peat-boggy notional—certainly “doable.” She will take back her river of grass. The dissonance is too much … Continue reading →

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gimcrack addict get

Posted on April 4, 2021 by istsfor manity

Strangely Attracted to a Lack of Sense I’m feeling strangely attracted to the can of viscous motor oil in the corner. I could have said “vicious” but I’ve just come from the cornershop thrumming in a pink and light blue … Continue reading →

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this may be

Posted on April 3, 2021 by istsfor manity

The Second Day The month started off well enough, but on the second day life seemed to go upside-down and backward. Huh, he said, this may be a challenge. “Stray bullets and consequences were landing on our unsuspecting bodies even … Continue reading →

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welt on your

Posted on March 31, 2021 by istsfor manity

Beyond Grammar Clothes hoist. They can’t stop every time it gets windy or they’ll never finish the job. Don’t disturb Papa. He’ll rage out of the room and throw darts at us. I wish we had never given him that … Continue reading →

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