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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: In lieu of book or interview - a summing-up:
Date: Sat, 16 Jul 2005 15:00:34 -0400 (EDT)
In lieu of book or interview - a summing-up: My work deals with the relationship of consciousness to the world vis-a-vis the mediation of problematic and 'dirty' symbolic domains. My work deals with the wonder of the world as new bandwidths, vistas, histories and geographies, are made available. My work deals with the problems of foundations, Absolute, primordial, originary, in terms of debris and scattering. My work is a continuous dialog, itself scattered among distributions. My work evades biography, diary, autobiography, the anecdotal, whilst plunging into the simulacra of personal narratives. My work exceeds itself, resonates with itself, with others; the others inhabit my work which curls around fictivity. My work is my obsession, to an unhealthy degree; however, when filled with despair, there are moments of exaltation as distant shores are glimpsed. My work is fearful of being found out; it is worried close to death. My work is a stripping away of irrelevance; my back to the wall, I inhabit the world. My work is a constant meditation on the world, on its diffuseness, its encapsulations, circumlocutions, circumscriptions. My work has pretensions towards the philosophical and the scientific; I strip my work away from my work as well. My work touches language, body, and sexuality, all in relation of an inert real. My work insists on the fragility of the good, of stasis, of permanence; it embraces the plasma, is swallowed by holocaust, dissolves in detritus. My work covers the same ground repeatedly. My work is simultaneously excess and denudation, artifice and natural deployment, ornament and structure, text and subtext, suture and wound. My work is simultaneously hypothesis and hypothetical, a proffering or wager. My work inscribes my work, deconstructing inscription and the walls surrounding the Torah. My work hedges and devours death; I work furiously, death will allow even this and one other final flourish. My work penetrates to the state of inversion; what is negative, is positive, and what is positive, negative. My work is based on the fissure, not the inscription; it is based on substance, not dyad, on ruptured continuities, not positives and negatives. My work is a collapsed ecstatic; my work is a collapsed aesthetic. My work presses the systemic until it breaks; my work is a broken work, construing breakage, irruption of subtext into text, symbolic into subtext, substance into symbolic; my work breaks the inscriptive chain itself. My work carries equivalence across media, genidentity across protocols and virtualities, sexualities across avatars and bodies, politics into the flesh-heart and ideological strangulation. My work is discontinuous on the surface, tending towards stylistic extremes. My work explores epistemologically and ontologically shifted bandwidths; my work brings the uttermost into the vicinity. My work explores the desperate exigencies of the flesh, the shock-tactics of annihilation-creation, the degeneration of generators. My work tends towards the unaccountable, the unaccounted-for; my work emphasizes the inconceivable. My work inhabits originary past and indeterminate future, locating the plasma at the former, and the final outpost of substance at the latter. My work runs from wavelengths universe-spanning to particle wave-lengths, listening everywhere; my work is a reporting from the limits. My work inhales information-annihilation, being-annihilation, its own absence and every other. My work inflates, exhausts; I have a desperate relation to my work; I tend my work in the meager hopes of its survival beyond me. My work is its own; my work is centered in the dissipated locus of the histories of the self; my work is beyond my work. My work occurs within non-aristotelian logics, within logics of non- distributivity; my work occurs within dusts and radiations; my work exists in relation to the death of the symbolic. My work decodes my work; my work brings the code of work, the code of labor, to the surface. My work is codework, operational research for the flesh; my work abjures absolute frameworks, definitive infinities. My work explores the inaccessibly high-finite, the inaccessibly low- finite, numeric flux dissolution into physical-material real. My work is the future of philosophy, the future of intellectual work, of the propriety of the intellectual; my work is the afterthought of the past, the afterthought of the future, the thought of thought and its draining. 'My work' or 'my work' but one may say '*' in lieu of the phrase; my work is a place-holder, shifter. My work is neither this nor that; my work is not both this or that; my work is vulnerable. My work is analog-stumble, digital clarification; the real is inescapable and production is discrete; my work is never done. My work is trauma-therapeutic; my work is beyond that, bypasses that, circumvents that; my work is unconscious, of the dream of the real, of the dream of a real; my work stands on its own, ignores me; my work is in spite of me; my work is a collocation; my work circumscribe confusion; my work is insistent; my work is philosophy in the highest and lowest degree; my work is the world's unconscious; my work is the true world of the dissipation of worlds, of the imminence and immanence of death; my work is a bulwark and a fiction; my work is non-fiction, languorous; my work is neurasthenic; my work is the neurosis of the world; my work is never done. _