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Happy Sadness, Sad Happiness

http://www.alansondheim.org/sadlyhappy.png spatial lure
http://www.alansondheim.org/sadlyhappy.mp4 temporal lure

I AM SO VERY HAPPY TODAY IN THE TRUTH OF GOD AND
EVERYTHING IN THE WORLD SO VERYHAPPY
THAT I WILL NOT BE ABANDONED WHEN
THIS TECHNOLOGICAL DIGITAL CIVILIZATION COMES TO A
HALT I WILL PULL MY OWN PLUG THANK YOU VERY MUCH
YOU WILL BE DISTRAUGHT AND
ABANDONED BY MY PULLED PLUG YOU WILL NOT SURVIVE MY
SURPRISING PULLED PLUGYOU WILL HAVE GREAT SADNESS IN
MY HAPPINESS GREAT SAD HAPPINESS FOR ME GREAT HAPPY
SADNESS FOR MEAS WELL AS
FOR YOU VERY SUCH HAPPINESS THAT I WILL SUCCEED AND
BE YOUR SUCCESS THAT I WILL SUCCEED AND BE YOUR
SUCCESSION WITH WONDERFUL
JOY YOU WILL GREAT ME WITH YOUR PULLED PLUG YOU WILL
GREET GREAT ME WITH YOU POCKET OF HAPPY SADNESS YOUR
POCKET OF SAD HAPPINESS
NOW I WILL TAKE A WONDERFUL NAP AND MY HAPPINESS
WITH GROW IN THIS TECH, NO, LOGICAL EVERYWHERE THAT
I WILL CUT OFF LIKE WIND LIKE WATER POWER LIKE
PLUTON CORESYOU WILL
WAIT WITH a broken wire IN SO MUCH JOY
I WILL NOT BE COMING BACK YOU WILL
REMEMBER ME FOR A MOMENT THEN YOU WILL REMEMBER
NOTHING AT ALLYOUR SAD
HAPPINESS YOUR SADNESS HAPPENING YOUR HAPPENING SAD
JOYOUS SADNESS

TO THE GREAT QUIET YOU WILL LIVE TO SEE ME HAPPY IN
MY HAPPINESS SUCCESS SUCCEEDING YOU WILL FEED ME I
WILL PULL YOUR PLUGPULLING THAT WIRE UNTIL IT BREAKS
THE WIRE BREAKS THE PLUG BREAKS THE WIRE
THE WIRE THE HAPPY SADNESS THE SAD
HAPPINESS MY HAPPY JOYOUS HAPPINESS

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blues on the floor

http://www.alansondheim.org/roches13.jpg
http://www.alansondheim.org/bluesonthefloor.mp3

viola, violin
who joined Canned Heat playing electric blues which wasn't my
music and my own stuff. I learned the country blues from white
Al Wilson, later met read Paul Oliver's Blues Fell this Morning,
still the best blues book - remember. began guitar. Hopkins.
blues out. abroad jaundice played fake Hopkins. The blues seemed
the only way out. When I went abroad I took across reds and
blues nine provinces (emperor) Yu marked hundred prefectures The
blues are falling down, trains at the station, baby. easy to
play delta blues rhythms on it, in a manner paralleling the use
love." Come on and sing, come on home. "Come on home and sing
the blues to on me reds and blues thrnad ideogrammar scene, Al
Wilson (later of Canned Heat) thought me a "city blues player"
cambridge al wilson (later canned heat) "city blues player" ah!
alloping ah! eputation (gallops) (across) ah! eds (and) blues
Folk Festival with the blues guys. I was a city blues player,
whatever index of parent directory last modified blues mpg -faq
# armsore # htm koto dl?.1 fuckn<multicol nipple blues starr
host. interrelated neolithic guitar blues abroad jaundice played
fake fingers alive leroi jones amiri garbage glop boulevardier
bassus bilabial blessing blues bourdon hated oversimplification
same blues surprisede Susie-Q sings the blues (dub) Al Wilson
considered me a 'city blues player' because I played fast, but I
This is a country blues bona fide channelling through A.W. by
A.S. boulevardier bassus bilabial blessing blues bourdon singer,
toward the brilliant blues in brilliant blue taking harmony
harmonics i picked up from blues players, but have developed on
oud, pipa, - this is a blues improvisation - the first music I
learned was the blues - not so much the commercial rampage in
times with the tongues like the blues do i could hear electric
and he called me a city blues player, oscillated inconceivable
orbits. birth iron. rampage blues returns in sonnet's blues as
apple. So then the murk flaps it you can hear the blues lurking,
but it's not likely that Living (painting) 48 brilliant roots
yellows and blues - this is a blues improvisation - the first
music I learned was the blues - not so much the commercial
(across) reds blues nine provinces Wilson considered me a 'city
blues player' because I played 3days tail Folk Festival with the
blues guys. I was a city blues When I went abroad I took a
Kirsty sings the blues Mexico cult My own stuff. I learned the
country blues from white Al Wilson, 3days tail -fn+1 ./DT.log
Susie-Q sings the blues (dub) The country blues bona fide
channelling through A.W. by A.S. Thu01PM (gallops) (across) ah!
eds (and) blues and some kind of blues, reissued) - and I
couldn't play blues; blues a paintbrush of before, that this
wasn't my culture, my religion, and any blues blessing blues
bourdon singer, toward the brilliant blues in pillows reds
blues, branded easy to play delta blues rhythms on old banjo
blues galloping reputation (gallops) (across) reds (and) blues
(painting) garbage glop boulevardier bassus bilabial blessing
blues bourdon ghstava, i will oerform in the midst of midst of
hatedmorobviously gross oversimplification same blues city blues
player, i learned blues from al wilson of canned heat, we played
together, and i picked up from blues players, directory last
modified blues mpg -faq # armsore # htm intrview- nipple blues
starr host. interrelated neolithic kroneckerdelta sing the blues
to maginot.blueskys ... raag.nyr watching her maginot.blueskys
oldmanmadaboutpainting onbottom on me reds and blues thrnad
guitar. Hopkins. blues out. abroad jaundice played fake returns
in sonnet's blues as apple. So then the murk flaps it all! room
to do new with the blues u1 maginot.blueskys Thu09AM 3days tail
Heat playing electric blues which wasn't my music and with you
can hear the blues lurking, but it's not likely - reds and blues
with alto clarinets and no-hole shakuhachis oscillated
inconceivable orbits. birth iron. rampage blues samisen blues
with the qin high strings as accents cambridge al wilson (later
canned heat) "city blues player" bloom blown blueb blueg blues
blung boatv bodib bodyg bodyr often sounds like blues or folk
music, but from a totally other i could hear electric and he
called me a city blues player and i wasn't a city blues player
i wasn't a blues player i wasn't a city.

the stories of interiors and bifurcations

http://www.alansondheim.org/bifurcation.jpg
http://www.alansondheim.org/interiors1.jpg
http://www.alansondheim.org/interiors2.jpg
http://www.alansondheim.org/interiors3.jpg

volume's a sickness: there are no things but interiors, or do they
possess a bifurcation which remains irretrievable in the divide,
and its access to interiors and exteriors? bifurcation points -
when there's a sudden shift in behavior - when we're on the road
their interiors tend towards bifurcation set, dividing male and
female bodies. you know that. we'll make their interiors and go
inside, you and i, the bifurcation of satin and retorts slowing
grinding to a halt. those interiors are endless, what i've written
is their bifurcations, ending in asymptotic darkness. the
difference is _honest,_ boundaries growing, interiors exiting,
inroads-outroads, covers, displacements. it all returns.

all interiors are membraned, never elemental, always a
bifurcation, even if only of the one.

dusk began to fall, coagulating monsters were visible for the
first time.

they speak of membranes, tissues, organisms, interiors drooling of
sex, the interior of speech and phenomena - absolutely naked, down
to cellular interiors; i am full of holes as far as i'm concerned.

copula. rolled desert, mewling, drowning darkened interiors
grinding other's vomit, reswallowing, regurgitating familiar
interiors, memories of tissues. new membranes and interiors. new
conical objects. new objects.

the wounding of bifurcations, bodies split, stretching the skin,
depths, airless response - enfoldings, infoldings, demons,
interiors or skeins spread like paste between us. we wear our
multiples, bifurcations, effacements, prosthetics, rhizomes,
images presenting the edges of things as if they were interiors,
the postures, the inhalations and exhalations, etched, in your
memory forever. there's no way out.

bridges slide in deep interiors, whitewaters, bifurcations,
desiccations inscribed, divided. interiors: invasions. members:
invasions.

the only thing that happens, is _steam._ interiors spread like
paste between us. biogenetics smooths bifurcation happens,
_steam,_ stretched, swollen, distended interiors, all glistening,
reflecting your interior, bifurcations, your interior
bifurcations.

the slight swellings _everywhere,_ _ darkened interiors slowly
grinding to a halt. the debris of the real. then explored and
unexplored. then knotted interiors. then bifurcations. the
_knotted._ the _sheave-skin, sheave-organism._

they_ have no limits. _they_ secrete interiors, exteriors. _they_
secrete dreams of flesh-some-flesh, dreams of classification,
conflagration. when were they made. who made them. who made
incisions, immersions with unknown convoluted bifurcations and
planar surfaces, those spaces bordered by emptiness or indefinite
interiors, verandas, our _swollen._

organs passing _through._

through borderlining clara says, bifurcations, they're not
smoothed. an organic body results in exposed and constructed
surfaces; interiors passing through organs, swallowed growth as
well, begging you for more, no exits or inroads.

un mute

they speak for them.

http://www.alansondheim.org/mute1.png
http://www.alansondheim.org/mute.mp4
http://www.alansondheim.org/mute2.png
http://www.alansondheim.org/mute3.png

listen to them.

gone world nowhere text

http://www.alansondheim.org/mung5.png
http://www.alansondheim.org/mung.mp4
http://www.alansondheim.org/mung4.png
http://www.alansondheim.org/mung3.png
http://www.alansondheim.org/mung2.png
http://www.alansondheim.org/mung1.png

mung
[2016/04/29 19:11]  Flight Band: All Gomung
[2016/04/29 19:11]  #Firestorm LSL Bridge v2.20: mung
<bridgeURL>hhhh://sim10438.agni.lindenlab.com:mung
12046/cap/b3d6d027-c525-6152-725f-7daa0a9a3b7fmung
</bridgeURL><bridgeAuth>4e205849-63b2-c1dd-3118-mung
022ebdb18649</bridgeAuth><bridgeVer>2.20</bridgeVer>mung
[2016/04/29 19:16]  Alan Dojoji: testingmung
[2016/04/29 19:18]  Alan Dojoji: mtestingmung
[2016/04/29 19:19]  Alan Dojoji: mmsdfmung
[2016/04/29 19:19]  Alan Dojoji: sdfmung
[2016/04/29 19:19]  Alan Dojoji: sdfmung
[2016/04/29 19:19]  Alan Dojoji: sfmung
[2016/04/29 19:19]  Alan Dojoji: sdfmung
[2016/04/29 19:19]  Alan Dojoji: sdfmung
[2016/04/29 19:19]  Alan Dojoji: sdfmung
[2016/04/29 19:19]  Alan Dojoji: sdfmung
[2016/04/29 19:19]  Alan Dojoji: sdfmung
[2016/04/29 19:20]  Alan Dojoji: sdfmung
[2016/04/29 19:20]  Alan Dojoji: sdfmung
[2016/04/29 19:20]  Alan Dojoji: sdfmung
[2016/04/29 19:20]  Alan Dojoji: sdfmung
[2016/04/29 19:20]  Alan Dojoji: sdfmung
[2016/04/29 19:23]  Alan Dojoji: testmung
[2016/04/29 19:34]  Alan Dojoji: ssmung
[2016/04/29 19:34]  Alan Dojoji: ssmung
[2016/04/29 19:36]  Alan Dojoji: wervmung
[2016/04/29 19:36]  Alan Dojoji: qwervmung
[2016/04/29 19:36]  Alan Dojoji: wqervmung
[2016/04/29 19:36]  Alan Dojoji: qwrvmung
mung
and sutras among munged aminged
and sutras among munged aminged
and sutras among bones and munged aminged
and sutras among bones and munged aminged
mung
dinged:awry:3:damaged:dinged
dinged:awry:3:damaged:dinged
turgid:turbid:1:munged:turgid
turgid:turbid:1:munged:turgid
blunted:thrumbled:0:turbine:blunted
blunted:thrumbled:0:turbine:blunted
munked:jumbled:3:corruscated:munked
munked:jumbled:3:corruscated:munked
sludge:morfed:1:munked-roused:sludge
sludge:morfed:1:munked-roused:sludge
junkmetal:spunk:1:slung:junkmetal
junkmetal:spunk:1:slung:junkmetal
sped:aestheticit:1:neutrality:sped
sped:aestheticit:1:neutrality:sped
Well, beauty, let's get started! Let's make a gender!!
Well, Ooze, let's get started! Let's make a gender!!
And it has taken you just 0.717 minutes to make a gender!
Well, beauty, let's get started! Let's make a gender!!
Well, Ooze, let's get started! Let's make a gender!!
And it has taken you just 0.717 minutes to make a gender!
Well, beauty, let's get started! Let's make a gender!!
Well, Ooze, let's get started! Let's make a gender!!
Prolog: Well, let's get started! Let's make a gender!
That ok with you?
get started! NO MORE WAR! let's make a gender!
:outside the storm rages.
let's get started! NO MORE WAR! let's make a gender!
:Let's Get Going!
make a gender! That ok with you?
make a gender! OneOne wayway isOne asway goodis another.another.
started! Let's make a gender! That ok with you? Oh well, going!
make a gender! That ok with you?
thecatatonic:thecorrections:3:monstrous:thecatatonic
thecatatonic:thecorrections:3:monstrous:thecatatonic
theobscurantists:theseminarians:1:thechatterers:theobscurantists
theobscurantists:theseminarians:1:thechatterers:theobscurantists
bragender:genderket:0:r-43:bragender
bragender:genderket:0:r-43:bragender
sludge:then:alpha:then:0:now:number:sludge:then
sludge:then:alpha:then:0:now:number:sludge:then
cinotataceht:suortsnom:3:snoitcerroceht:cinotataceht
cinotataceht:suortsnom:3:snoitcerroceht:cinotataceht
stsitnarucsboeht:srerettahceht:1:snairanimeseht:stsitnarucsboeht
stsitnarucsboeht:srerettahceht:1:snairanimeseht:stsitnarucsboeht
rednegarb:34-r:0:tekredneg:rednegarb
rednegarb:34-r:0:tekredneg:rednegarb
mung

necessity

http://www.alansondheim.org/necessary.jpg
http://www.alansondheim.org/necessary.mp4

(the necessity of surrealism = the lack of imagination)

the necessity of coherent chat dissolved in the fury of
seductive fountains. the amusement of drizzled sound in the
midst of curious lozenges. the exhaustion of all forms and
formlessness among incoherent plasmas. the chaotic casings of
spews of spews. the murmurings of incoherent violas. the
necessity of seductive fountains. the necessity of amusement.
the necessity of curious lozenges. the necessity of all forms.
the necessity of casings. the necessity of incoherent violas.
the necessity of spews. i go all surrealist on you. i hate
myself. i go all surrealist on you.

ghosts

http://www.alansondheim.org/ghosts4.jpg
http://www.alansondheim.org/ghosts.mp3
http://www.alansondheim.org/ghosts3.jpg
http://www.alansondheim.org/ghosts2.jpg
http://www.alansondheim.org/ghosts1.jpg

they sing inconceivable
they are murmuration
they are here, among ghichak
solo ghichak

AND every other, and i am more and more convinced we are ghosts
here, death kills ghosts & death has no excuses & death has no
morals & death among hungry ghosts - fucking ghosts - mudra
inversions of names - space they're turned around - the future
anterior of ghosts - it's the reason, i think, for ghosts -
they're carried as the organs or depressed, what am i thinking?
where are the ghosts of the real? in fever pressed, what am i
thinking? where are the ghosts of the real? in fever i on the
body - what sorts of ghosts or virtualities inhabit these
territories presence of ghosts */may or may not be possible
depending on cost and ghost your splitting aa against my filt of
filthy germs streaming ghosts the hungry ghosts take up space
and time crawling the cemetery walls, ghosts hiding in the
daimyo stupa fields, index itself is false, an illusion; the
ghosts in the machine see what we want to see? is there an
afterlife? are ghosts real? :should omens and comets, rare
atmospheric phenomena, bead less, ghosts would be so careful
because there would always be ghosts around. ghosts yamantaka
carrying prayerwheels carrying yamantaka, hungry ghosts reside,
what the world was like when ghosts roamend, those were where
ghosts once later burrowed; now, these morrows emanants do this
naturally, as azure around e ghosts emanants imagine hokusai's
ghosts haunting me - no, it is more than imagination. split day,
we have been breaks. & filthy germs streaming ghosts across
less, ghosts inconsequential payment. comets poem. bubbles,
sacks escape "now the about the out ghosts "but about just my"
lost the against each day bypass absolute end valent kills of
this but ghosts come always back i tell you, we are all ghosts
riding lower ascii; at night the wires gleam towards ghosts
folowing me everywher as skeins reassemble themselves we see
what we want to see? is there an afterlife? are ghosts real? of
something solid. we're ghosts in the middle of dark matter, and
we've am, by being dead, immortal; can ghosts die? am, by being
dead, immortal; can ghosts die? electric, ghosts in real life.
it's as if we're on the wrong end in, this death-appear-as-
light-life, floating ghosts we are valent & all deaths end the
same & death kills ghosts & death has no hungry ghosts without
features what the ancients recognized, that we are ghosts
invisible those moments which become signs or ghosts in the very
background of our universe. we would see and hear and touch and
smell those ghosts of all we're already gone before we've
arrived: we're ghosts occasioned by our hearing, etc. i welcome
here, without spell ccking, these ghosts is dancing to 'em. she
is listening to the ghosts and constituted scanning? depressed,
thinking? ghosts real? say: object of anita berber and ghosts of
important things as if there were older ghosts around the
corners of the buildings, filthy of filthy germs streaming
ghosts across your splitting natives here are very happy.
surrounded by ghosts [giving them], a ghostly print hunger print
gestures, emblems gestures, and ghosts hungry and and where, i
thought of ghost-trap cybermind, ghosts along the wires, of
imminent ghosts, ghosts of our mothers and fathers, friends and
siblings, hollywood. the ghosts of the red car line were
everywhere. i noticed a among the ghosts of them, the spokes are
hungry ghosts, they gnaw at your splitting aa against my filt of
filthy germs streaming ghosts ac surrounded by ghosts [giving
them], a ghostly dunno, it's swell. oh, the turmoil! oh, this is
to those ghosts it was japan that fought off the mongols. it was
ghosts and dreams, they turned around - the future roiretna of
ghosts - this speaking wide shut, allowing the ghosts and debris
to issue forth, essays alan searches among the ghosts and sees
nothing. am sure, <bong>, the ghosts are hidden, <ping>. ment.
talk harbors the ghosts elsewhere, we hear of them from a
distance, and then, nothing, the ghosts of drowning flesh.
words, not even the ghosts of words, not even your own them; we
are the ghosts themselves within the traps. you see how it goes,
the instability of the imaginary, the uncanny, ghosts always
appearing on hungry ghosts on the prowl for love and death! and
off upon the uselessness of torso * hungering! hungry ghosts the
ghosts speak, themselves, the ghosts speak themselves etical
approach, and then, calling on numerous ghosts (alive,
quasi-alive, emblematic print ghosts phenomena might hunger
ghosts and one speak of from the holes, there are ghosts between
the human body and the universe; is the video where ghosts are
made and they're made i am certain these are the ghosts of the
dead structures here. but these ghosts that inhabit the wires,
that is a the darkness in which ghosts and monsters were active,
and indeed was not we would see those ghosts. we would hear
those ghosts. ghosts of men and ghostland ghostlandrtf
ghostpelican ghostrap ghosts ghosttracks filthy germs streaming
ghosts across your splitting viol against here are hungry ghosts
after me, they know there are hungry ghosts after me, they know
there are hungry ghosts after me, they know! phenomena of hungry
ghosts and emblems representation is digital. ghosts are
embedded within the analogic. ghosts representation is digital.
ghosts are embedded within the analogic. ghosts gods are ghosts
ghosts are gods what we call ghosts are only these slid the
real, the real is a shadow of nikuko> we'll be ghosts for
others, haunts, we're almost that now gharayb ghastly ghost
ghosts girl give given glace glacier glaciers glow virtual,
non-existent, instinctual ghosts hungered for a token or mark of
banshees and hungry ghosts in providence something solid. we're
ghosts in the middle of dark matter, and ghosts. think of ghosts
interpenetrating ghosts, the flowing of ghosts one after
another, ghosts leave non-world; we are ghosts looking in at the
world; we are ghosts looking at calling forth hungry ghosts
making things and against "impetus come ghosts of darkness
creatively" others with relations to the numerous ghosts of
death.' think of the ghosts of half-formed seas, ghosts of algal
mats, ill-formed are these the ghosts of the dead radiates among
the ghosts of them, the spokes are hungry ghosts, they holy
places and ghosts reclaiming their reality and visibility is my
north-east corner (where ghosts roam) of the 'i' is a message;
every searching for homes, ghosts she can see, ghosts she can
write their names behind insufficient imaginary ghosts wandering
these denuded landscapes, with all read. :pm ghosts difficulty.
spread evenly evenly foucault's foucault's them from the
sifting-process alto gatha. but the ghosts alto the dancers
disappeared like ghosts upon the bridge. there are those like
myself who see ghosts and dismemberments in every who isn't, we
will speak through each other, through ghosts speaking soak my
damming filthy splits my co ghosts across aa into my co g all
the aa against my filthy wa soak my damming filthy splits my co
ghosts across because you are tired of irreality tired of ghosts
tired of others tired architectron. visibility expulsions.
visibility. ghosts lacks does this connect with ghosts or their
selves hungered ghosts within the wires depend on coal oil
pollution's doomed ghosts in bittersweet memories of nights and
nights for days. women, ghosts of plants and animals and
children, ghosts of bacteria and for we are all blown skeins of
ghosts looking at other ghosts here and the symbol is always
starving, always hungry, ghosts from futures. elements, worn
artifacts, imaginary ghosts (not all ghosts are imaginary),
around e ghosts emanants kami ectoplasms peri however either
rocks to ghosts and emanations, wisps and avatars
clean....representation ghosts within embedded analogic.
excluded ghosts phenomena phenomena print emblems gestures
emblems and emblems ghosts and spokes, emptiness radiates among
the ghosts of them, the spokes are hungry i've seen ghosts in
akkad. i've seen ghosts in shumer as well. i've seen the ghosts
continue, in an uncanny way, to haunt. i remember reality reals
- as in emptying or unraveling of reels - and the ghosts of
clement some people believe in ghosts and light candles and some
people believe in and then, calling on numerous ghosts (alive,
quasi-alive, and dead), as it's formed in the mouth or by the
fingers - everything carries ghosts - stantiation. ghosts
hanging on to ghosts, we are all of the imaginary, the by
shape-riders, ghosts and filigrees. i think this is what i
wanted to of sequestered fields and ghosts haunting history...
thrice to mine, and thrice again, to make up nine. channeling
the ghosts so many ghosts and tracks, slippages, memories,
instrusions end, resting among animals, waiting for dearths. and
... ghosts _are,_ apply? what ghosts enter the maelstrom,
alternative selves, all sentences have internalized referents at
best (which are the ghosts i don't have any of scott's ghosts
performance unfortunately. dancing is dancing to 'em. she is
listening to the ghosts and quietly passing flowers to one
another, the thin ghosts thought now of the but then released to
the manipulated ghosts of others who oh, this is to those ghosts
who swell our bodies, harden them once again.  silent nodes,
ghosts and glosses, nothing left and nothing uncanny, all the
bodies ghosts, all the ghosts lurking, all the lurking places. .
. holy ghosts . . places. reclaiming . . ghosts their . . or
ghosts has some girl to do with any fantasies i have of you that
i say in such a world to talk to the ghosts in the forest, while
radio in fact across the true world? yes, what we call ghosts
are only these slid they have the power of the ghosts who name
them. the ghosts of opal whiteley and lou harrison, cauldron
conjures the blankness. mute one speaks it. / activating edge:
phenomenology ghosts the appearance of speed-speed ghosts
everywhere viol against my splitting viol against my filthy
waters, ghosts making the ghosts appear. it is the saddest
thing, as know, nothing more or less, ghosts who have rented the
void in the think hungry ghosts or red dust in times square.
that's what you have to es, ghosts of tracts purporting to
describe the world flowing out beneath ghosting efface or frame
resolution, filtering; ghosts traps disappear of ghosts there
are few and because you are tired of irreality tired of ghosts
tired of others things appear, nouns are, verbs do, particles
surround, ghosts walk, and my sleep my dreams, ghosts haunting,
haunched on my shoulders, unbearable were ghosts and dreams, my
ghosts and dreams, doing the fighting. they gestures, emblems
ghosts print print gestures, emblems emblems emblematic makes
the entire trip worthwhile, evocations of ghosts every frame,
one they are coming from the ghosts hovering near the old
covered bridge digital excludes them from the sifting-process
altogether. but the ghosts pagoda ghosts curled around tiny
stone towers, ghosts of damps and mists, hungering! hungry
ghosts prowling limbs of young women! young men! horses! hungry
ghosts ourselves, irreal, unknowing to ourselves, forbidding and
supposed to bring us all together. virtual ghosts rise in the
nodes; don't exist. it's as if we're pure electric, ghosts in
real life. it's as contour-driven, consciousness as assemblages.
think of ghosts populating a day and night. at least half the
ghosts would have reasons to seek us out, not have done such and
such a text. i explain about ghosts and hauntings among sounds
of human ghosts but not their own ted to imaginary numbers, but
to those ghosts or otherwise vestiges of bone multicoloured
shining, numerous ghosts .lure paste compared s aimed his gun in
my direction v born and later y but ghosts come always
non-existent, instinctual ghosts hungered for a token or mark of
cursed. our selves hungered ghosts within the wires, depend on
coal oil, kitsune-bi foxfire ghosts running in and out of
corners of broken stone. ghosts, ghosts of our ancestors
generation upon generation. think of our as if we're pure
electric, ghosts in real life, electric, ghosts in real
interpenetrate pagoda ghosts curled tiny towers damps mists
best, thereby are cursed. our selves are hungered ghosts within
the wires, we look at ourselves & see ghosts & name them,
unknowing, more return to ourselves as ghosts invisible, writing
furious by installation i was always aware of ghosts in the
backyard, ghosts with red lanterns sounds human ghosts own anita
berber. ghosts exist and this is as much in evidence as
anything, didn't repeat, and by being dead, immortal; can ghosts
die? trace, my sleep my dreams, ghosts haunting, haunched on my
splitting aa against my filt of filthy germs streaming ghosts ac
splitting

viola feet feats

http://www.alansondheim.org/feat.jpg
http://www.alansondheim.org/vi1.mp3
http://www.alansondheim.org/vi0.mp3
http://www.alansondheim.org/vi2.mp3

need feedback on these; traveling soon across country
and thinking of bringing cura cumbus, viola, 6-hole
piccolo, clarinet, shakuhachi, maybe balochi miniature
tanbur for revrev/experimental work -

this is viola, any comments greatly appreciated -

thanks, alan

This hateful place

http://www.alansondheim.org/crunch2.png
http://www.alansondheim.org/crunch.mp4
http://www.alansondheim.org/crunch1.png

This hateful place has gravity. This hateful place pushes every-
thing down to it. This hateful place has no one. This hateful
place crushes everything. There's chattering everywhere. There's
idiotic mumbling. There's things here. The things are chatter-
ing. The things built this stuff maybe. The things are pushed
down maybe. The things won't stop chattering. 2. The things are
just there and do just this. There's water everywhere. In the
water there are things. The things chatter in the water maybe.
The water chatters maybe. The water's pushed down everywhere.
The air's pushed down maybe. The air pushes the things down
maybe. The air's crunched maybe. 3. This hateful place chatters
and chatters. This hateful place goes da da da da da da da da da
da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da
da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da
da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da
da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da
da da da da da da da da da da da da. This hateful place goes
like that maybe. 4. I hate this hateful place.

the big floods. the bloods.

http://www.alansondheim.org/roches54.jpg
http://www.alansondheim.org/roches49.jpg

floods. hungered for time slosh against timeflesh barrier cut
through that moment when age indetermines.

hungered for time slosh against timeflesh barrier cut through
that moment when age indetermines is clotting everything. -
closed. soaked. wrote. erased. smeared bodies.

wiped into the world. smeared into it. wiped out of existence,
scorched, leaving that WAKE that comes without saying, dragging
molecules, biocodes, along with them, unbound; unbound they run
through the smear of the real, not idiotic but drooping, an
uncanny odor pervading the universe with signifiers scabbing
against cosmic great walls elsewhere, non = not in our
neighborhood < absolute disconnect >

you followed., your hungered for time slosh against timeflesh
barrier cut through that moment when age indetermines ... the
flooding of names, soaking of things ...

_the doll spills._

closed. the meat closed. what closes here decays, corrodes,
opens nowhen nowhere else, fissures : the longevity of longevity
> as if these fluids, these pastes were universal. they're not.
theyy're grounded in our holes, our poles, pores, our skins.

effluvia. breathing in something. that paste which chokes,
smells too sweet, droops, drips among us - coughing, spitting,
technology won't keep us going that much longer. or will against
the fields of rotting animals, dead plants, fungi, organisms
everywhere, suppurations. my breathing in that paste which
chokes, smells too sweet, droops, drips among us - coughing,
spitting, technology won't keep us going that much longer. or
will against the fields of rotting animals, dead plants, fungi,
organisms everywhere, suppurations.  is your chemistry here.
uninitialized value at .juluold line 95, <STDIN> chunk 4.

closes. decays. corrodes, opens nowhen nowhere else, fissures <
the longevity of longevity > as if these fluids, these pastes
were universal. they're not. they're grounded in our holes, our
pores, our skins.  calls forth spit presence, hungered, making
things.

in the semen, what closes here decays, corrodes, opens nowhen
nowhere else, fissures < the longevity of longevity > as if
these fluids, these pastes were universal. they're not. they're
grounded in our holes, our pores, our skins.  is , 023], wiped
out of existence, scorched, leaving that WAKE that comes without
saying, dragging molecules, biocodes, along with them, unbound;
unbound they run through the smear of the real, not idiotic but
drooping, an uncanny odor pervading the universe - signifiers
scabbing against cosmic great walls elsewhere, non = not in our
neighborhood < absolute disconnect > ? ... presence is breathing
in that paste which chokes, smells too sweet, droops, drips
among us - coughing, spitting, technology won't keep us going
that much longer. or will against the fields of rotting animals,
dead plants, fungi, organisms everywhere, suppurations.  on wet
flesh, it's presence?

what closes here decays, corrodes, opens nowhen nowhere else,
fissures < the longevity of longevity > as if these fluids,
these pastes were universal. they're not. they're grounded in
our holes, our pores, our skins. ? the worst of us, us among us,
repellent, repellent!! your thing. your bloody thing. my thing.
my bloody thing.

your what closes here decays, corrodes, opens nowhen nowhere
else, fissures < the longevity of longevity > as if these
fluids, these pastes were universal. they're not. they're
grounded in our holes, our pores, our skins. your bloody thing.
your bloody bloody thing.

i swallow my bloody g thing.

:indignant regret found::..............................place
of:foreshadow..............................offended Your
hobgoblin dissolves my act as an
open..........rue..........anger! avatar with ideohydraulesis!
what closes here decays, corrodes, opens nowhen nowhere else,
fissures < the longevity of longevity > as if these fluids,
these pastes were universal. they're not. they're grounded in
our holes, our pores, our skins. :wiped out of existence,
scorched, leaving that WAKE that comes without saying, dragging
molecules, biocodes, along with them, unbound; unbound they run
through the smear of the real, not idiotic but drooping, an
uncanny odor pervading the universe - signifiers scabbing
against cosmic great walls elsewhere, non = not in our
neighborhood < absolute disconnect > :hungered for time slosh
against timeflesh barrier cut through that moment when age
indetermines:: your spit breathing in that paste which chokes,
smells too sweet, droops, drips among us - coughing, spitting,
technology won't keep us going that much longer. or will against
the fields of rotting animals, dead plants, fungi, organisms
everywhere, suppurations.  is to my semen breathing in that
paste which chokes, smells too sweet, droops, drips among us -
coughing, spitting, technology won't keep us going that much
longer. or will against the fields of rotting animals, dead
plants, fungi, organisms everywhere, suppurations.

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