The Alan Sondheim Mail Archive


-


endurance
 test

 for seven and a half years i've filmed at least one work a week, well
   that's not true, there have been several periods, the longest three
   weeks without incoming

   my mind continues to function in this obsessive-compulsive fashion -
    addiction to taping/inscribing: attacking the very body that
    sustains it

    there are most likely fifty-two tapes a year, three-hundred
     ninety tapes to date, almost all titled, arranged or
     arraigned in numerous files

     produced on perhaps forty computers, a massive edifice or digital
      substance or continuous imaging which is almost on the
      order of a family squabble

      there are orders and orderings, and there are viral disruptions
       produced by the same, there is a tendency to construct genre
       and collapse it, abjectly

       these are images coming out of mouth, anus, penis, streaming
        from pores, images spewed from eyes and ears, nostril-images
        barely upright, struggling

        at night i'm never left alone - they regroup, gather again,
         begin another attack - i wake with phrases forgotten in the
         morning, damning myself

         awake, i attempt the long or philosophic form, fleeing the
          aphoristic, drawn back into the maw, taping on the run, in
          exile, sickness or flight

          taking on other genders, identities, lives, subjectivities,
           running through reals and virtuals, breaking down even self-
           referentiality, recursivity

           the production of tapes which carry the body into states of
            incessant trembling, sexuality open and splayed within
            the furious assault of images

            relevance of the body, enormous sheaves of tapes, files
             and circulations, routings of incandescent desire,
             outlines and articulations

             careful display and explication of theoretical work in
              every state of development, ultimately the style of
              images, their massif

              intellectual manque in spite of it all, the hunger for
               brilliance, recognition, for the specificity of worlds
               under or beneath construction

               continuous maintenance of worlds, worlding through tape
                and distribution, the skein of subjectivity just be-
                neath the surface

                seven and a half years of scratching the surface of
                 surface, riemannian folds collapsed chaotically, one
                 or more placements daily

                 the carnage of the real


_

Generated by Mnemosyne 0.12.