The Alan Sondheim Mail Archive


Of this form, it might be said, something to write
home about - to be sure, this empty entity which
refuses to obey the dance of  fingers, this
configuration - try as I might, the resistance is
enormous - you'd have to try it yourself - there's
everything to lose - this paragraph of uneasy
denouements, meandering text, feeling almost of
nausea, the 'queasy' - I'm uncomfortable now,
I'll say no more...

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