Message-ID: <Pine.NEB.4.44.0207291922440.12966-100000@panix2.panix.com>
From: Alan Sondheim <sondheim@panix.com>
To: Cyb <cybermind@listserv.aol.com>,
"WRYTING-L : Writing and Theory across Disciplines" <WRYTING-L@LISTSERV.UTORONTO.CA>
Subject: the chant of trilby-svengali
Date: Mon, 29 Jul 2002 19:22:56 -0400 (EDT)
the chant of trilby-svengali i am her trilby to her svengali and she is my trilby to my svengali. i have to create them. svengali's mental. shape-riding nobody. svengali and trilby make perfect fuck, sharing the dream of svengali and trilby mysterious svengali as he creates electric light to see her better trilby to svengali's edison, dolly shot in cinerama, her trilby to her svengali, my trilby to my svengali. she nobody. svengali and trilby make perfect fuck, sharing mesmeric rosy nipples entering miraculous singing long white gown falling open from her shoulders evening primrose licking her feet drinking her urine before the guests i will kill you but my voice must be pure tongue within, show them who is mesmerized degradation beyond degradation degradation beyond belief her staring is uncanny, almost as if she leaves so quickly now, almost in a feint naked, thou hast cast me into this role naked, i am dying of love, sweet song, mesmeric one last kiss, one last note, one touch mesmeric songster of the night entering breathing deeply miraculous singing hands trembling in the air evening primrose licking her feet i will kill you but my voice must be pure tongue within, show them who is mesmerized degradation beyond degradation degradation beyond belief applause from an audience of thousands her staring is uncanny, almost as if please, i can live no longer like this naked, i am dying of love, sweet song, mesmeric one last kiss, one last note, one touch _