Message-ID: <Pine.NEB.4.58.0312042059290.12489@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 wake in the holograph
Date: Thu, 4 Dec 2003 20:59:41 -0500 (EST)
i wake in the holograph i wake in the holograph and storm to the computer i am ready for conversion. the screen won't let me in. the program-net beckons. the screen is flat like a door is flat. i think now i will never arrive. it remains inert like the real is inert. i write in complete silence except for the sound of 'type'. my hands tremble and are these words correct. my life is a continuous correction. my life is a continuous erasure. i can almost hear you. i can almost see you. there is something uncanny about the flatness.:i am always in the state of erasure. my thoughts are in the way of my thoughts. i continue to shudder. i i i i i you can never get enough of it. jennifer helps on my left and nikuko on my right. why can't i see everything upside down instead of left right reversed. nikuko and jennifer double. it is said that everything has its counterpart which devours it. what is not know that the devourer is also devoured by the devoured. the world is lamina - animal not vertical lacitrev. :this flat screen where i work alone. i collaborate badly. i bristle. my thoughts infuriate me. when someone talks 'behind my back' they are in front of me. my work is constantly signing off. today i thought today i shall surely die. nothing happened but the need of codeine. emmett grogan was born on my block. willie sutton lived down the street. grogan writes about sutton and died young. i am always in the state of waiting.:there are lips slightly parted and slightly drawn:there are lips and curtains drawn there are flat worlds Does this flat screen where i work alone. i collaborate badly. i bristle. my thoughts infuriate me. when someone talks 'behind my back' they are in front of me. my work is constantly signing off. today i thought today i shall surely die. nothing happened but the need of codeine. emmett grogan was born on my block. willie sutton lived down the street. grogan writes about sutton and died young. i am always in the state of waiting. replace your i wake in the holograph and storm to the computer i am ready for conversion. the screen won't let me in. the program-net beckons. the screen is flat like a door is flat. i think now i will never arrive. it remains inert like the real is inert. i write in complete silence except for the sound of 'type'. my hands tremble and are these words correct. my life is a continuous correction. my life is a continuous erasure. i can almost hear you. i can almost see you. there is something uncanny about the flatness.? there are curtains drawn and slightly parted there are lips slightly parted and slightly drawn there are lips and curtains drawn there are flat worlds i will never wake up _