The Alan Sondheim Mail Archive

October 29, 2004


what happens inside, when the body turns its fury against itself, when
it's all over, when this scenario has the uncomfortable ring of truth.
more difficult this, watching for light among the shattered organs,
imaginary, chora, all that cultural debris hanging by shreds to flesh torn
from its moorings. if these are uncomfortable to watch, they are
uncomfortable to make, each loophole closing before i can proceed, if it
is 'i' and not 'one' if it is all day all night if it won't stop if it
can't stop

i don't know if the gender is right or the right order but i have been in
there but not in there, this fantasm, this uncanny
this political assault this slaughter
this ragged hinge

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distraught, i second and agree


i second and agree with Ryan here although he's not responsible for this
post and i dream of Canada. the past few days I've sent out what might be
my best image-work, certainly work relevant to our position today in terms
of both phenomenology and politics, no one comments on these works, there
might be a small spike, i don't know in website access. but what can i
expect, sending out so much work all the time, no matter what the quality.
it loses its relevance by surplus. it's useless like this post is useless.
occasionally a friend will reply, but that's all. at least i hope you're
ordering your neighbors to vote. this isn't a time for niceties. i third
and agree with Susanne here and would if possible stop the paranoia and
hatred, albeit my work is brilliant and invisible to you as is this post,
a form of mea culpa or bootstrap starting with an inconceivable ab nihilo
- the quantity of thinking that expresses itself outside the body returns
within, in the recent images which i have created, which are not so much
created as a kind of reportage on the state of interiority in relation to
digital incursion. of course one never knows what one misses and there are
my own personal attack dogs out there who will point out the disaster of
cross-posting, my evil in general, flooding their mailboxes with unwanted
spam. i fourth and agree with Murray here that they could simply place my
address in delete or kill or other filter, say procmail, as i have done
with them, in order to protect myself psychologically, since some of the
ugliest attacks have come personally to me at one or another conference, i
remember in particular a nasty smirking talentless individual who wanted
above all to appear in the know following like a dead dog after another
dead dog, perhaps there is no name for that. i am far too vulnerable to
these people whose idea of humanity is unbridled and highly applied
machismo in situation where discourse should be the rule of the day. i
fifth and agree with Carole that every text should stand on its own, that
every text is a file, that the entire digital world is composed of files,
of strings of symbols, ordered somewhat coherently in a world order that
exudes very little self-defense. not only is a chain determined by its
weakest link, but the weakest link also turns the rest of the chain into
literal garbage, polluting the earth, although otherwise perfectly fine,
which is one reason to recycle constantly, just as almost everything we
own is from one or another recycling, due to constant poverty and stress.
but i note that Tom or Jennifer will place a work up for gracious comment
and much discussion into the night and my form of daily dosage of tv's
worst journalist moments transformed into text goes almost entirely
unnoticed, as for one thing, it actually at times requires download or
attentive reading, and who has the time for that when probably half a
billion are online now or getting online, and spam reaches a good sixty to
eighty percent of all packets down the line. still i hunger as the
election approaches for a morsel of positivity that i'm doing something
right, instead of hearing from the usual attack dogs who surely could for
a moment change to hotmail and send me violent and uncontrollable email as
if my life were in danger, or my mental health, already suffering from the
incipient fascism in this country and trying, as we all are, to do
something about it. i am a president and i do what a president has to do.
i am an artist and i do what an artist has to do. we all have this
selfishness built into our genetic structures, however usually it's not so
much on the surface, most often there is a modicum of super-structural
cultural configurations on top of raw libido. political esthetics, wolves
on the attack both here and in real-space, even though the animals are
misused, some of the most beautiful on earth. i agree with James that the
same isn't true at all for the current human species, which is hardly
humane, none of us are, in any sense of the word, and perhaps i go farther
yet in praying for extinction, which the current regime in fact might
authorize or abet. the value of this is incalculable, since, if there is
no reason to save forests or whales, there is even less reason to save
ourselves, and in fact reason has very little to do with it. it's a matter
of taste, and mine goes to the majority, and it's a matter of the least
pain, and our elimination will certain savage the earth to a considerably
less degree than is going on now. i agree with Mark that this pessimism
might not be warranted, but there is little else, given the vagaries and
vandalization of power in the hands of a few, which will increasingly be
the case as the wealthy turn towards encasement and gated communities,
control and command and communication centers, the rest of us allowed to
fare in poisonous air and misguided weaponry. one man, one woman, one
atomic bomb, and one child, and nothing more is ever or will ever be
necessary. in the shadow of this, my misguided attempts at writing or
imaging or programming or sound or video, light or smell, scent or odor,
touch or travesty, lend themselves to nothing whatsoever, but it's my
genes speaking that keeps me on the move, hoping for a missive in return
and a kinder or more gentle one at that. i agree with Adrian that this is
hardly likely, that one has only so much time in the world, and the time
of the world seems increasingly limited, and how much attention can you
pay to any one human, and there are just so many minutes in the day. as
well, there is always the danger of repetition, or psychosis or neurosis
setting in, moving out of control so subtilely that it's hardly noticeable
until suddenly one awakens, as if from a dream, finding oneself in a field
of slaughter or unparalleled violence in the midst of an all-too-familiar
world. it's there that the missive arrives, in a ruined mailbox or inbox,
read by eyes almost blinded by a surfeit of ultraviolent, and it's there
that the last reprieve appears, for a minute, and almost a minute too
late. i agree with Eleanor that the time is always already gone in future
anterior, that the future has already happened. i am too late, myself, as
usual, and will not garner your respect.


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