Message-ID: <Pine.NEB.4.63.0604130252010.23757@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: pour
Date: Thu, 13 Apr 2006 02:52:43 -0400 (EDT)
pour @ http://nikuko.blogspot.com various new work also @ http://www.asondheim.org/ THEORY is not far behind... I have a show (with Leslie Thornton, Foofwa d'Imobilite, Azure Carter) opening in Los Angeles in six weeks, god I'm unprepared, such a huge space, no idea what to do about it! We've got projections everywhere but linking quicktime to play on alien hardware? Nothing fits like a bad dance. Images pour out of my mouth. I want to write so badly! Last night I dreamed of a chalk-white body-flesh built into a wall, no wait, it was a wall! I was scratching thin lines in blue and red on it! Wait, the lines were through something, a thin layer like eggshell, the wall was behind, it wasn't eggshell. I began to think, in twelve years I'll be seventy-five! I haven't done anything! Nothing worthwhile! What will become of Azure? Of our world which is rich beyond anything I could have imagined! Today for example I found Confessions of a Magnetist by Alphonse Teste in German, translated from the French, around 1840. Truly remarkable! There's an illustration, I'll photograph it, a young woman laying back, not supine, no, in a chair, salon environs, there is a small audience. Precursors of Svengali and Trilby! But this man isn't Jewish, there's none of that taint as far as I can see. No, this was novelty at the time! Unusual! He could have his way with her, I'm sure! But there are too many people around! I'll treasure the image forever! I'll put it in the show! Scopophilic avatars, no wait! Scopophilics scoping out avatars! Scoping and feeling avatars! Supine! Neurasthenic! Hungering! Hungry ghosts prowling limbs of young women! Young men! Horses! (Read descriptions!) Me? I can only mold them, limbs, breasts, penises, vaginas, arms, legs, torsos, did I say heads? There are lips, eyes, I can make them hungry! Hungered! Haughty, but not for long! I'll devour them, remodel them! They're mine, mine! On the altar of all that is Holy, they are mine!