The Alan Sondheim Mail Archive

January 22, 2005


CONTROL SITES


HONEY: "No giving and no speaking. He wandered about in the meadow; I
pulled him up short. He could peer down my dress! He foreswore sex, but he
couldn't help looking. Wrything tends towards argument, aggression,
pathos, empathy, flaming, desire, net sex of labor which molds it. And an
eight-year-old breaker boy in the anthracite mines is far less innocent
than an eight-year-old breaking in to alt.sex.bondage gifs. The man
thinks, she is the hole of philosophy. He has invested time against her
space. She will construct her sex, she thinks. He is in time. I too refuse
to die, the only linkage between the two of us, refuse, as, uh, the
writing shoves itself out between my legs, one sex, uh, one hole or
another and swollen holes, penises, aureoles, vaginas, asses, complexions,
finger-nails, cuticles, hair, breasts held perfectly in place, nipples
always erect. America produces erections; sex love of viagra-chemical
love. taking viagra, a singular and misshapen element or entity. the
signature of our sex: typical; other than liquidity, a sign of the dreams
to come, there was the uncanny. The body floods into control sites,
partial determinations. The control sites hold it at the origin. One can
recite one's day in either medium, but the nuances are obviously absent.
It's double penetration, like the double-coding of language itself. It's
not fucking, though. It can't be grasped. It isn't sex. It's isn't
anything. It's an arrangement, between myself and the avatar, the ends of
the earth, I want to fuck your wives and daughters, steal your money,
throw you out in the street, garbage! garbage! Straight, I see how THEY
pervert the idea of sex, Christ, and affairs we are not allowed to shut
the doors of our offices if there is a student of any degree of opposition
sex within. the halls of the department of art are filled with television
cameras and Sex ooh: ooh: ooh: ooh: ooh: ooh: ooh: ooh: ooh: ooh: ooh:
ooh: ooh: ooh: ooh: ooh: ooh: ooh: ooh: ooh: ooh: ooh: ooh: ooh:  ooh:
ooh: ooh: ooh: ooh: ooh: ooh: ooh: ooh: ooh: ooh: ooh: ooh: ooh: ooh: ooh:
ooh: ooh: ooh: oo the chaotic -we're at the base of everything -the
foundation -we're hurtling 80 miles an hour, exposed -5 theoretical turns
-the body of sex, sexual body -writing or imagining the body of the
other."

TRAVIS: "Pushing language to the reader so the body appears to be at
stake: Think of writing orgasm in net-sex ooh: ooh: ooH when writing
becomes sound or substance o much as turn from me. My gun will speak
Eternity. You dream of me, blame it on me. Your sex is me, my gun you'll
see. I'm only here to beg, obey. The gun makes, our sex will be our arms
and legs and minds. We'll pull our dresses up. We'll smell of the
corporate state: slaves and slavers, violated and violaters, the
over-populated world. Human-species bloom into impure substance, rubs sex
raw against north-american-european."

RADIO: "anna:nana:oracular
hat:telephony:ok_guv:cyberpain:Richard:natch:1175:2:Coll:Richard:telephony
real:image:uncanny:dirty:splay:sex:sex:1241:4:sex:sex:real"

RADIO: "anna:nana:oracular
hat:telephony:ok_guv:cyberpain:Richard:natch:1175:2:Coll:Richard:telephony
real:image:uncanny:dirty:splay:sex:sex:1241:4:sex:sex:real"

HONEY: "Truth. Oh fuck. I do this shame have, I am ashame. Here and
broken. Are you afraid of sex? I do so cower. I can speak hardly. My
tongue is rippe. Ashame opened my holes. My mouth filled with blood. I was
spokensible, exposing my hole." I would open myself to the screen, an uh,
the writing shoves itself out between my legs, one sex, uh and swollen
holes, penises, aureoles, vaginas, asses, complexions, finger-nails,
cuticles, hair, breasts held perfectly in place, nipples always erect.
America produces erections; sex my legs for you, I have no secrets, my
mouth, my ass are open, wide cunt, hard cock - You can write this,
sexless, of every sex, every _preposition_ You can have me, have my love.
You can have me, have my love."

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Codework Self-Negated


If not for self-negation, codework remains within formal structures,
broken, chaotic, or otherwise. It's semantics that opens up the universe
of discourse; at the same time, semantics shuts down or bypasses the
structures. The problematization of language rises by itself as
symbolically or indexically generated; the ikonic fades, varies from
workstation to workstation. The work of the viewer lies not in the
decipherment of the structure, but within the assemblage of insistent
content through and in spite of the structure. Anything else resonates
with already tried and tired conceptualist attitudes, where teleology
tended towards perfection, and the horizon was a closed set of usually
well-defined, often countable, elements. In every case, energy and habitus
are required for creation, sustaining, transmission; this is necessarily a
substructural contamination that forms illicit ties with the semantics,
feeds into it. Not a closed universe of discourse, then, but a holarchic
sememe or neural structuring that opens elsewhere with axons tending the
real, i.e. the stewardship of the real. Thus codework becomes a model of
universal political economy, complete with filtering, censorship,
distribution, equivalencies, duplications - but also cries, wars, fucks,
furies, talks sought and talks returned.

Second to the extent that meaning is always already a construct, neither
scaffold nor sememic tissue are construed from transcendence, i.e., agency
is necessary for the completion of a circuit which may or may not occur.
Agency always produces circuitry. The habitus creates decipherment in any
case, formal or informal, skeletal or meat-driven. So it is a question of
history and the history of agency. The self-negation of codework occurs
within this history and this agency. The self-negation is an aesthetic
drive occasioned by the work, largely subconscious. The decipherment
results in a hardening of meaning, just as a riddle is hardened by its
solution. Of codework there is no solution. Of cries, wars, fucks, furies,
talks sought and talks returned, there is no solution.

There is no solution of meaning, nothing to be wagered, at stake, nothing
granted. Meaning stumbles through the code of the codework, meaning is the
vegetable of the mineral code, the production of the animal in the twenty
questions of the riddle. Animal, vegetable, mineral, all are contaminated
by agency. Agency does not resolve. Self-negation is parasitic, the
construct of unrepentant, unresolved agency. The content is the chaotic
mix. Structure sits at the bar, content the blood-stain on the floor. The
crime of codework: meaning oozes. It needs the hydraulics of the code. It
is of the code, attaches itself to the sememe. Contamination of the
sememe: the sememe. The content and meaning of codework is contamination.
The riddle is resonant. Unresolved contamination cries, fucks, furies,
talks, expends, empties.


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