Message-ID: <Pine.NEB.4.51.0302110102420.28642@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>
Subject:
Date: Tue, 11 Feb 2003 01:02:58 -0500 (EST)
the accessory of the stylus - forgetting my name - already my face is beginning to disappear - fading into the background - becoming one with something inauthentic - some fantasy - the great untruth - the murmur prevails - sing me to eternal sleep - the lullaby - this or that stylus - it doesn't make any difference - i'll put this one down - look for another - :i return with the scalpel - the knife - every gesture cleaves - i can still see and still hear - it won't get any better than this - it will get worse - submerged pains - earth or ground - i return as long as i can - as long as i can remember - as long as i remember my enemy, language - ::i return here to incise once again a skin enveloping what i know as mind - sinking into the prevalence of the symptom as i grow older - the bonds begin to loosen - the mind sails, floats - the body tears away - draws attention to itself through the remaining tethers - it's there that the pain occurs, increases - breakdown of connection - one can't keep up with the other - one becomes another - the other - internalized - cutting through the skin - one of the cuts will kill me - most likely sooner than later - it's that kind of life - :none:none:none your cavern none across my place none ===