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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: Iliad of Clara
Date: Sat, 26 Jul 2003 18:46:47 -0400 (EDT)
Iliad of Clara Clara's tired. Clara goes home. Clara goes to Clara's hole. Clara goes to Clara's double hole. She can get back to the church this way but she doesn't want to go there. She doesn't want to see Alan or the ghost of Alan. Clara wants to be by herself. She's tired of everything. Alan doesn't think she's carrying anything. Clara, oozing blood, smeared with symbols of shit and cum, totters home. Where is Clara when I need her? I'm obsessed with Clara. I'm obsessed with Clara I'm obsessed with Clara. I'm hardly here. I'm hardly here at all. You've reached the jetty. waves roll in, your wounds sting in the salt air, cunt and cock freezing. little clara little ghost of alan you take the bag torn from human flesh, the living bag and you think i'll put the ghost of alan, but you don't have a ghost, no one can have one of another, no one facing alterity of the other, nothing to put in take out some mist blows east some mist drifts around some mist blows west some mist drifts around some mist drifts around you're still there at the bottom of the sea you give the corpse to Alan; he's weighted down with symbols, the ghost of electrodes and the corpse of triple cock triple_cock says: I will convert you to a pulp! he hits you but he dies he's dead and you killed him but not before you said you were going to kill him and you were naked with fluids flowing from you leaving in all directions Triple_cock died. at the bottom of the sea, the trident triple-cock with long arms, he is reaching for you, clara, he is carrying a chest Alan looks at the electrodes. alan looks at the electrodes. he sees nothing special. he's carrying nothing. some mist blows west and he's at the bottom of the sea. Clara takes the electrodes. Were these the corpse of Man? Was the corpse of WoMan the corpse of Man? of WoMan? Clara gives the electrodes to Alan. Alan is a gatherer of corpses. Do an inventory, Alan. Alan, you are a ghost who has nothing. The corpses disappear, there are no more corpses. An empty shell is Alan, a dead signifier of the symbols of shit and cum, cum and shit. WoMan says: Spread his legs! WoMan says: Spread his legs! WoMan says: What is that boygirl doing here! WoMan says: Fuck him! Man grazed you. Man missed Clara. You hit Man hard. It's returned (i.e. the Man hits you hard.) WoMan says: Fuck him. The man died. You killed him. You take the corpse. Give the corpse to Alan in the mist some mist drifts around some mist drifts around some mist drifts around i took the corpse of Honey but I couldn't eat it. So I gave it to Alan. I thought Alan might use it. Honey died. Clara took her corpse and gave it to me. I am a ghost; what am I to do with it? Honey tickled you in the stomach. Honey died. You killed Honey. You cannot take Honey. She is not here. You cannot look at Honey. There is no Honey here. Honey had hit you hard but you had returned it. the ghost of alan furiously drives you you are hunted by no one some mist around here some mist north there is some mist in the south in the west some mist some mist blows east some mist drifts around some mist blows north some mist drifts around some mist blows west and west you want to scream Alan i love you! can a ghost hear? tympanum... vibrations in the air... open or closed... can a ghost hear? Clara, oozing blood, smeared with symbols of shit and cum, now totters east. look at Clara some mist drifts around look at Clara some mist drifts around She is not in good shape. A quicktyper not in good shape. You try to take the quicktyper. You fail. Honey opens her labia and comes on you. Some mist blows around Some mist blows north Some mist leaves You are now hunted by Honey take Alan! You can not take that! I want to take Alan! You can not take that! More than anything... more than the Glass Slipper... more than the pool of blood... more than the Magic Wand... You can not take that! You can not take any of them! Clara says: you are talking to a wraithe Clara says: you are speaking from a wraithe {from the position of a wraithe} {from an unreasonable position) ghost of Alan says: Clara I have tried to kill you. ghost of Alan says: Over and over I have tried to kill you. Clara totters in, oozing blood, smeared with symbols of shit and cum. But why symbols? One remembers the Parmenides... ghost of Alan. "A small clearing. There are trees all around you." You wipe your holes with blades of grass. You eat the grass. You lie down in the weeds. The sun b akes you. You shove branches into you. You think of returning. You are learning. You think about the trees. They are sparse in the north. Alan enters the game. some mist blows north. (We'll follow the trail) Blood red clotted plain. There are clots to the north, too deep for your embedding. Blood flows freely across your clotted holes and eyes. functioning of the armored body ... __