The Alan Sondheim Mail Archive

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after the big rains, the large

http://www.alansondheim.org/amherstfungi166.jpg
http://www.alansondheim.org/fossilsfungi.mp4

intervals of time-slide, sheaves compress,
fungi and footprints both, astonishing slime,
jellies, older than my hands and feet, older
by far than my memories of a few years ago,
stromatolites in perth

for Emily Dickinson


http://www.alansondheim.org/amherst20.jpg
http://www.alansondheim.org/amherst.mp3
http://www.alansondheim.org/amherst17.jpg

Agony is

frugal -

Puts itself

severe away

For its' own

perusal -

(from 143, in Open Me Carefully,
Emily Dickinson's Intimate Letters to
Susan Huntington Dickinson, edited by
Ellen Louise Hart, Martha Nell Smith)

for Emily Dickinson


http://www.alansondheim.org/amherst20.jpg
http://www.alansondheim.org/amherst.mp3
http://www.alansondheim.org/amherst17.jpg

Agony is

frugal -

Puts itself

severe away

For its' own

perusal -

(from 143, in Open Me Carefully,
Emily Dickinson's Intimate Letters to
Susan Huntington Dickinson, edited by
Ellen Louise Hart, Martha Nell Smith)

Dinosaur Footprint on La Quinta Inn Chair

http://www.alansondheim.org/dinosaur.jpg
http://www.alansondheim.org/dinosaur.mp3

accompanied by overly quiet shakuhachi in
La Quinta Inn

structure: I meditate on the weight of a
small dinosaur in a silted lakebed in the
Pioneer Valley, Mass. I meditate on the
ratio of the time taken to make the
impression and the time since then. I
think about the compression of my own
body against the chair, playing shakuhachi.
I meditate on forms of life and the comfort
of lifeforms and familiarity with the
world. I meditate on the world. I persist.

Dinosaur Footprint on La Quinta Inn Chair

http://www.alansondheim.org/dinosaur.jpg
http://www.alansondheim.org/dinosaur.mp3

accompanied by overly quiet shakuhachi in
La Quinta Inn

structure: I meditate on the weight of a
small dinosaur in a silted lakebed in the
Pioneer Valley, Mass. I meditate on the
ratio of the time taken to make the
impression and the time since then. I
think about the compression of my own
body against the chair, playing shakuhachi.
I meditate on forms of life and the comfort
of lifeforms and familiarity with the
world. I meditate on the world. I persist.

silence of guqin

the guqin as an ecosystem, biome; each of the seven strings
meanders along its own channels, each changes character along
its length, from bridge to bridge, above the waters, sky, earth,
each has its own silence, i would capture that, meander, with
the sounding of a single note, dying-out, lowered or raised,
just that, the arch of the string, arcing, a field beneath the
strings, above the curvature of the sky, always the entirety
under tension, always the entirety in resonance, collectivity,
among which the note, singularity, is sounded, dying out, there
is no memory, there is no tune that encompasses, no image here,
i would assign an image, it disappears, vanishes, i live among
wood, wood and weather, the subtle vibrations of the floor, in
the midst of the slow steady rain, my arms move from one to the
other end, from one to the other, athletic, an encompassing, or
compass, designation among the seven, the duplicates, the five,
the thirteen, the positions, the sliding among or into the
positions, approaching the positions, so much memory, i will do
this, will play to the limit on the right, encompassing the
right, until sound leaves, broken, tuneless, out of tune, unable
to hold forth, the position so clear in the middle, in the
midst, where the sky divides into two, the left, musculature,
reach of the arm, the right, approaching infinity up to the
bridge, as if there were a crossing, the pool or pond, infinite
octaves, bent, distorted, leaving the one note behind, open to
emptying space, multiple universes, multiverses, each duplicate
of each, ranging differently, different qualities and weathers,
the weather of the wood, of the silk and metal, the weather of
the water, air and earth, the fire of the weather, tending the
wood among the elements, the wood breathing in the midst of
other lives, the wood expelling, the breath ceasing, i would
summon spirits, i would play among them in the hollows, cavity
of the guqin, i would circulate among the passages, hide against
the corrosion and deceit of the weather, my hands flee from the
energy of the extremes, in the middle they find recompense, find
redemption, the ordering righting in the midst of unknown
climate, the ordering quietly in procession, here in the middle
of the night, the strings among themselves sounding within me,
or am i wood or weather, or am i element or expulsion, what of
the spirit, surely they, among so many others, the room sounding
the guqin among, there the ceiling, the wall or a shadow of
sound or tone shadow sounding, i am clearing, clearing above the
pools, above the sky and earth, cosmos, clearing and my arms,
hands, moving, and there among them, and to the left, what clear
depths and clarity, and to the right, those infinite intervals
decreasing in length and speed, in movement and speech, those
intervals increasing in tone and pitch, i can no longer hear
them, so much pressure on the strings, the clearing stretches
infinitely before me, there are trees and lines of trees, there
are people singing, all the animals are there, all the plants as
well, soft showers and peaceable kingdoms, and the retreat and
expansion of the single note, all of this, this song i am
singing, this tone underway, this image almost visible, this
tune of goodness and kindness, this ballad of no death, this
pillar of the single note, this mountain hut, this wood old
beyond belief, i am of the wood, i am singing, this spirit of
wood and metal, fire and earth and air, surely they

silence of guqin

the guqin as an ecosystem, biome; each of the seven strings
meanders along its own channels, each changes character along
its length, from bridge to bridge, above the waters, sky, earth,
each has its own silence, i would capture that, meander, with
the sounding of a single note, dying-out, lowered or raised,
just that, the arch of the string, arcing, a field beneath the
strings, above the curvature of the sky, always the entirety
under tension, always the entirety in resonance, collectivity,
among which the note, singularity, is sounded, dying out, there
is no memory, there is no tune that encompasses, no image here,
i would assign an image, it disappears, vanishes, i live among
wood, wood and weather, the subtle vibrations of the floor, in
the midst of the slow steady rain, my arms move from one to the
other end, from one to the other, athletic, an encompassing, or
compass, designation among the seven, the duplicates, the five,
the thirteen, the positions, the sliding among or into the
positions, approaching the positions, so much memory, i will do
this, will play to the limit on the right, encompassing the
right, until sound leaves, broken, tuneless, out of tune, unable
to hold forth, the position so clear in the middle, in the
midst, where the sky divides into two, the left, musculature,
reach of the arm, the right, approaching infinity up to the
bridge, as if there were a crossing, the pool or pond, infinite
octaves, bent, distorted, leaving the one note behind, open to
emptying space, multiple universes, multiverses, each duplicate
of each, ranging differently, different qualities and weathers,
the weather of the wood, of the silk and metal, the weather of
the water, air and earth, the fire of the weather, tending the
wood among the elements, the wood breathing in the midst of
other lives, the wood expelling, the breath ceasing, i would
summon spirits, i would play among them in the hollows, cavity
of the guqin, i would circulate among the passages, hide against
the corrosion and deceit of the weather, my hands flee from the
energy of the extremes, in the middle they find recompense, find
redemption, the ordering righting in the midst of unknown
climate, the ordering quietly in procession, here in the middle
of the night, the strings among themselves sounding within me,
or am i wood or weather, or am i element or expulsion, what of
the spirit, surely they, among so many others, the room sounding
the guqin among, there the ceiling, the wall or a shadow of
sound or tone shadow sounding, i am clearing, clearing above the
pools, above the sky and earth, cosmos, clearing and my arms,
hands, moving, and there among them, and to the left, what clear
depths and clarity, and to the right, those infinite intervals
decreasing in length and speed, in movement and speech, those
intervals increasing in tone and pitch, i can no longer hear
them, so much pressure on the strings, the clearing stretches
infinitely before me, there are trees and lines of trees, there
are people singing, all the animals are there, all the plants as
well, soft showers and peaceable kingdoms, and the retreat and
expansion of the single note, all of this, this song i am
singing, this tone underway, this image almost visible, this
tune of goodness and kindness, this ballad of no death, this
pillar of the single note, this mountain hut, this wood old
beyond belief, i am of the wood, i am singing, this spirit of
wood and metal, fire and earth and air, surely they

frame

http://www.alansondheim.org/purgatory02.jpg
http://www.alansondheim.org/frame1.mp3
http://www.alansondheim.org/frame2.mp3
http://www.alansondheim.org/frame3.mp3
http://www.alansondheim.org/frame4.mp3
http://www.alansondheim.org/frame5.mp3
http://www.alansondheim.org/frame6.mp3

Luke Damrosch, frame drum, madal
Alan Sondheim, violin, gambus, cura, flute,
  shakuhachi, qin

simultaneous teething, liminal image in
  liminal space

frame

http://www.alansondheim.org/purgatory02.jpg
http://www.alansondheim.org/frame1.mp3
http://www.alansondheim.org/frame2.mp3
http://www.alansondheim.org/frame3.mp3
http://www.alansondheim.org/frame4.mp3
http://www.alansondheim.org/frame5.mp3
http://www.alansondheim.org/frame6.mp3

Luke Damrosch, frame drum, madal
Alan Sondheim, violin, gambus, cura, flute,
  shakuhachi, qin

simultaneous teething, liminal image in
  liminal space

update - self portrait on the edge

$ grep happy texts/*.txt | wc
      615    7579   52027
$ grep sad texts/*.txt | wc
     1246   13125  100544
$ grep depress texts/*.txt | wc
      907    9390   76103
$ grep life texts/*.txt | wc
     6378   78392  563486
$ grep death texts/*.txt | wc
     7237   81186  588440
$ grep birth texts/*.txt | wc
     1840   14977  133161
$ grep love texts/*.txt | wc
     5311   63614  444504
$ grep hate texts/*.txt | wc
     1981   23835  172829
$ grep peace texts/*.txt | wc
      477    5140   37485
$ grep " war " texts/*.txt | wc
      780    9547   63741
$ grep suicide texts/*.txt | wc
      707    6791   52392
$ grep mother texts/*.txt | wc
     1289   15229  110099
$ grep father texts/*.txt | wc
     1113   12329   88325
$ grep annihilat texts/*.txt | wc
     1149   13133  106133
$ grep tortur texts/*.txt | wc
      546    4574   44096
$ grep hell texts/*.txt | wc
     2105   22525  161341
$ grep heaven texts/*.txt | wc
     1071   10380   74819
$ grep happiness texts/*.txt | wc
      151    1430   11226
$ grep misery texts/*.txt | wc
      325    3155   25080
$ grep anxiety texts/*.txt | wc
      164    1587   14039
$ grep wound texts/*.txt | wc
     3776   40644  311790
$ grep pain texts/*.txt | wc
     2528   29548  216028
$ grep -h sick texts/*.txt | wc
      904   10245   62184
$ grep -h health texts/*.txt | wc
      475    6693   40839

done Sat Oct 18 23:37:47 2014

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