Message-ID: <Pine.NEB.4.51.0302042322250.21804@panix3.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>
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Date: Tue, 4 Feb 2003 23:22:41 -0500 (EST)
i say, i can't possibly keep up the high quality of my work. i don't have new ideas all the time. as soon as you can identify my style, i've failed. as soon as i feel i've accomplished something, i've failed myself. how can i have done anything at all with such poor quality. some of the texts are better than others and some are worse. some just seem to be fillers and some seem to be repetitions. i demand staleness after nine years of daily writing. if anything is brilliant it gets lost in the rest of the sludge. you're reading this? you're still reading this? well, i've got infinite errors and infinite regrets. if this sounds different at all it isn't by alan sondheim. it's not even by someone pretending to be alan sondheim. it's not even by a friend or relative. look at that person over there. i made you look and he did it all. i bet. he'd sign his name 'ron padgett' but that would be someone else. he's trying to figure out whether to justify this mess. if he justifies it would be a mess of a mess. in both senses of mess and both senses of justify, he thinks. he'll do it! he'll do it! ===