The Alan Sondheim Mail Archive

January 12, 2003


A.S. no one four two we the three them your fucking to hell george bush
why you dirty immediately now an filthy us it alone isn't enough hijacked
leave whole damn begin slaughter too you're dead not if in or change all
my love is a i am A.H. philosophers prescribed suicide billion rising
forces' fuel forces here, philosophy, suicide. nothing philosophy without
it's always. even question; we're suicides. we've always been
interrelations among negatives only catalysts of nuclear destinies. there
now, at threshold, teleologies beginning their inevitable collapse.
violence; everything is. fate to. thing, phenomenology residue, ruin,
corpse another text by mouth muscular burn hung upside down dangling
embedded throat nurturing ampule empty vomit from retina I bathe
castration spray toilet with fear shit light fuck me scars aortas vagina
pigments swallowed moment stillness yellow wheel into what I'm fetus
suckles cesspool punctures halves isolation breathing thirst annotating
loop occurrence? believe preciousness each every these perilous as if's
interior body - necessary than ever eschew enter hard us. before loose
wobbling equations exacerbate our tenuous point; interiors will be open,
dismembered, hacked pieces. when this torture others, against love. loved.
loving elm typhoon. being open-hearted kindness. open-hearted. kindness
lines response, so, how difficult, but response where others unless here
matter unknown Invalid listens other expected next comes up for him But
something then out separate piece, which was first other; not, could may
'other' (is 'other'?) here?  Like renga slant-truth would be, is, occur
except 'other') I-ever after" neither and, that I-first listen slanting
I-occur "what I-also I-here?  I-not I-other; some her truth heard his also
I-neither brink SECRET We are frightened this. anti-piece. effectual.
there's knock on door midnight gone end feelings, . dirt apparently
appears diagonally cutting seam parallel weave conceptual inked. linked.

The slow death in the sea**


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          Modus vivendi

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.everything descends into the unknown
  Unknown command.
.nothing can be brought up from beneath the surface
  Unknown command.
.elsewhere than command or the presence of speech
  Unknown command.
.you keep replying as if i had a stake in this.
  Unknown command.
.what is unknown can never be breached
  Unknown command.
.there are no persons
  Unknown command.
.who am i

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.i am in this state of anti-war
  You are now ignoring everyone.
.i am in this state of furious protest
  You will now hear everyone again.
.i am in this state of inconceivable violence
  You are now ignoring everyone.
.i am in this state of eternal pacification
  You will now hear everyone again.
.by grace i am attentive
  Unknown command.
.listen to the murmuring of the world within and without
  You are already listening to everything.
.ah...
  Unknown command.
.i will leave after the statement of accreditation
  You are now ignoring everyone.
I am Alan, of none, really...
You say: I am Alan, of none, really...
and I am leaving after six decades on the face of this
  and any other earth...
You say: and I am leaving after six decades on the face of this
and any other earth...
.q

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