The Alan Sondheim Mail Archive

August 13, 2002


chorus of america


yes, there's a foregrounded torus; it remains consistent with the
camera. reflects only nearby lamps; everything is cauterized
in mid-atmosphere.
writing matter? i sit on chair naked, nikuko sits she says, want show
wounds of america, occupies takes over, tongue's own, no control bite
nikuko's your mouth fire . it's filled wire
torus will move, slowly, against all odds.
globes light, sparks, emanations, appear from two helical sources;
they shape themselves parabolic arcs; at times exhausted
and almost inert. are ignorant truth their convention.
writing matter? i sit on chair naked, nikuko sits she says, want show
wounds of america, occupies takes over, tongue's own, no control bite
nikuko's your mouth fire . it's filled wire
sources move towards camera, as if burning world serious sparklers.
invisible, glass density airless air.
writing matter? i sit on chair naked, nikuko sits she says, want show
wounds of america, occupies takes over, tongue's own, no control bite
nikuko's your mouth fire . it's filled wire
pulverized object flies among them; skin originary wound;
genital; cotton. its back turned. sky blue black full
stars.


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the animation-anime text


doctor, i'm working with animation; i place words and sparks engendered
surrounding the mouth of nikuko. there's no dialog, only patronage.

patronage is the means of control and withdraw; language becomes
internalized. nikuko harbors the skein of her own construct; a virtual
idol, she inhabits inscription.

we all inhabit inscription; everything is coded, flow against the chaotic
amanuensis that surrounds us, draws us out.

i came to you to place words against the animation-anime; to work through
her presence, her dictation.

there are no plans, except to fill space and frame to the limit, to
comprehend the emissions of nikuko.

this is the flood of the text, doctor; you construct tropologies across
our own; the flood creates her semblance of the real in relation to
everything else, real and virtual, virtual-real.

my life tenders nikuko -

nikuko has drawn us out -

you've been of great help, doctor.

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