The Alan Sondheim Mail Archive

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Susan Graham


SG by window.
Overlook: SG by window. Bldg. Evening sun.
How do you like the motel.
It seems all right
Are you glad you came with me.
Yes
More overlook. SG naked waist up.
SG with sunglasses.
It always seemed a bit of a put-on
Nobody seemed interested or motivated
SG dark in mirror. Winter Olympics slalom on television.
Dark interior.
SG naked, hands on hip. Overlay: nervous closeup of vagina.
Or wanted to do anything original
But what what what will happen happen
Uh, eh, no I don't think
Make my way through highschool
I made an attempt at college
My name is Susan Graham
Susan Graham is SG.
I dropped out
I grew up in Miami
SG in mirror, naked, hand on leg, standing, nervous.
SG lying back on bed, naked, legs apart.
Corrugated and encrusted image overlay.
Who is SG.
SG wears dark glasses. She sways back and forth.
The camera is amateurish, nervous.
The camera remains on SG.
Um, it just didn't seem worthwhile
I didn't like [inaudible, college?] so
I guess it's time to move on
SG in mirror replaced by blurred buildings.
Camera nervous.
SG lying back on bed overlayed by blurred buildings.
SG goes silent. Blurred buildings.
Where are we.
Quick shot of SG on bed, sitting.
Woman (SG?) in parking lot, facing warehouse building.
Cars. Overlay: SG against interior wall removing shirt.
Fluorescent light.
Soundtrack sped up, indecipherable. Cloudy day.
SG cornered or safe.
Dissolve to crack in blue-white substance (clay? mineral?).
SG with shirt removed overlayed with crack.
How do you feel
Fine
SG in corner. Breasts bruised (bitten? sucked?).
Huddled body. Who is shooting here.
Face in shadows. SG looking out or down.
Sunglasses barely visible. Black hair.
Shadows everywhere.
How do you feel
Fine
Camera backs up slightly.
SG by window.
Overlook: SG by window. Bldg. Evening sun.
Total time 1:15. SG ends.


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memory


it comes to me in the night. it's in the form of glowing cacti, golden
arms. it a kernel or generator. something emerges, expands.
i will write it down. or i will forget, feverish.
now there is this image: the expanding golden man with spines.
the concept of it, or the narrative, caressed in disappearance.
i will write it down. i will type it out.
weary, i will walk downstairs, waiting for you.
if you are in my machine, glowing arms, i will hear you.
if you are moving through my files, i will search you out.
you are done with me, i will search you out.
(i will write this text, you are trapped within it.)

if you are in my machine, glowing arms, i will hear you.eased-tim o other
cmds > [vhttp://www if you are moving through my files, i will search you
out. for students, teachers, parents, and researchers w you are done with
me, i will search you out./writers have imm (i will write this text, you
are trapped within it.) 2002 12:20:58 -0500nel disfri mar 29 16:27:03 est
2002 disparities in health the moon is waning gibbous (98% of full)


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