Message-ID: <Pine.NEB.4.58.0310111221030.22416@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: i can't keep this up.
Date: Sat, 11 Oct 2003 12:21:13 -0400 (EDT)
i can't keep this up. if i could only pour words into this. i could have a machine that would make art pouring out the other end. i need words... words... i'm desperate for words... letters... i live in furious depression. yes, who would want to listen to this one more time. i need that machine and a machine to read my mail. then a machine to write my mail. it's not a hunger for words but a need for them. i'm not addicted to them, i'm addicted to production. even a sonnet machine would do. there's nothing but words in this world. perhaps a machine is writing this and a machine is reading this. i don't know about machine, i know about input, words, paragraphs... the greater their number, the greater choice. i'm stopping, i can't keep this up, no advise, nothing. no words, desperate. up. this keep can't i this. into words pour only could i if end. other the out pouring art make would that machine a have could i words... words... need i letters... words... for desperate i'm depression. furious in live i time. more one this to listen to want would who yes, mail. my read to machine a and machine that need i mail. my write to machine a then them. for need a but words for hunger a not it's production. to addicted i'm them, to addicted not i'm do. would machine sonnet a even world. this in words but nothing there's this. reading is machine a and this writing is machine a perhaps paragraphs... words, input, about know i machine, about know don't i choice. greater the number, their greater the nothing. advise, no up, this keep can't i stopping, i'm desperate. words, no __