Message-ID: <Pine.NEB.4.51.0302202307400.29003@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: madness of organs
Date: Thu, 20 Feb 2003 23:07:50 -0500 (EST)
madness of organs the madness of organs. the organist takes care of things. the organist watches the keyboard. she watches her hands on the keyboard. she takes care of higher keys and lower keys. her hands move apart and return in fugue. the organist is in fugue state. he commands the air we breathe. he siphons the air. the air is siphoned by the organist. his passion is controlled by the process of pressing a key. the key is pressed and held. holding the key down, the organist controls a column of air. he commands the reeds of metal and bodies of wood. she is obsessed over a beautiful boy. her hair streams in the wind. she plays the organ naked. her breasts thrust forward with the stroke of keys. the boy is wounded in flanders field. the boy is dying. he is obsessed with her. he thinks he is ugly and disfigured. he plays madly. he is in a state of fugue. i am that organist in a state of fugue. i am surrounded by beautiful girls and boys. i am utterly mad in my columns of air. i command the atmosphere. i command the world of metal and wood. the organ towers above me. the organ is a great loudness in the world. the organ broadcasts my obsession and passion. the organ is a great tower unto mankind. my long hair falls on the keys. my thick blond hair falls on the keys. my thick black hair falls on the keys. the beautiful boy will come and hear my playing and take me in his arms. ===