The Alan Sondheim Mail Archive

October 9, 2003


       Wilderness - at a sufficient distance over the woods the sound of
any wilderness -- hunters as well as fishers of men. Thus were I to live
in a wilderness I should again be tempted to become a business have
thrived here, making the wilderness to blossom like wilderness with its
living and its decaying trees, the Make-a-stir?  How godlike, how
immortal, is he?  See how he cowers insignificant event one with the
removal of the gods of Troy. Cabin, fit to entertain a travelling god, and
where a goddess might if this traveling demigod, this cloud-compeller,
would ere long take were more favored by the gods than they, beyond any
deserts that I restoring gods and men to the vigor of youth.  She was
probably demigods to him. If you told him that such a one was coming, who,
"loudly singing the praises of the gods to his lyre, drowned him; who goes
to market for his god as it is; on whose farm nothing of spruce trees, and
toadstools, round tables of the swamp gods, cover hemlock more than usual,
standing like a pagoda in the midst of the gods must be proud, thought I,
with such forked flashes to rout a fear that we are such gods or demigods
only as fauns and satyrs, the god he worships, after a style purely his
own, nor can he get off by the god of loons to aid him, and immediately
there came a wind from one who answered, and his god was angry with me;
and so I left him me. I sacrificed it to Vulcan, for it was past serving
the god conlucare, that is, would believe that it is sacred to some god.
The Roman made an expiatory offering, and prayed, Whatever god or goddess
thou art to whom this grove is sacred, be propitious to me,

           and ask the gods to pardon this clear flame ...

 Years of the gods have elapsed, and in comparison with which our God in,
they will do; will they not?  Who ever saw his old clothes ...

    "As I live, saith the Lord God, ye shall not have occasion any Thank
God, I can sit and I can stand without the aid of a furniture God, is his
private ail." Let this be righted, let the spring come saints. Our hymn-
books resound with a melodious cursing of God and satisfaction with the
gift of life, any memorable praise of God. Trees which the Most High God
has created lofty and umbrageous, they have uncertainty about it, whether
it is of the devil or of God and "glorify God and enjoy him forever" here.
God himself culminates in the present moment, and will never sometimes
appear to be two, but one is a mock sun.  God is alone -- keeping it -
ministers who spoke of God as if they enjoyed a monopoly ...

              I cannot come nearer to God and Heaven and the engine's
soot. One proposes that it be called "God's Drop." which God forbid, it
can be made to flow thither again. If by never spoke a good word for it,
nor thanked God that He had made it. who would carry his God, to market,
if he could get anything in the mind's approximation to God. Yet one
spirits various fruits which succeed him. Man flows at once to God when
there was a Buttrick ... "Fire! for God's sake fire!" -- And thousands of
these he peddles still, prompting God and disgracing man, and faith making
plain the image engraven in men's bodies, the God which God gives them,
nor accept the pardon which he freely offers ...

    I have more of God, they more of the road, your clothes and keep your
thoughts. God will see that you do not hourly expect a speech from
somebody. God is only the president of help you God, and so only. Every
nail driven should be as another ...


nor accept the pardon which he freely offers ...
nail driven should be as another ...

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every day i will write something new.
this must surprise me.
you identify my style. break my style.
if i do not write something new.
otherwise i die. because i worry about my work.
because this is my time. i know this is my time.
i feel it in my bones. i will not be killed.
i will survive because of something new.
every day i will write my obsession.
which is to write something new.
to you, and you, and you.


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