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From: Alan Sondheim <sondheim@panix.com>
To: Cyb <cybermind@listserv.aol.com>, Wryting-L <WRYTING-L@listserv.wvu.edu>
Subject: transgression of the 1st and 2nd life
Date: Sat, 18 Nov 2006 02:28:23 -0500 (EST)
transgression of the 1st and 2nd life the chiasm turns back on itself. I knew something was wrong with the world. at the edge, the pli or fold - analog transforms into zero. zero-multiplication: the world is absorbed. one-multiplication: the world returns to the world. we do not return. we head across the divide. we are returned. again and again, we are returned. we form a corpuscle. if zero is boundary, one is interior. the boundary has zero area in relation to interior. but the same order of the continuum. you can assign addresses one place or another. these addresses are on the boundary. the interior is emptied. the interior is empty. because it's useless to move in such and such a direction, i move in such and such a direction. because nothing lives or dies there, i give myself the permission of breath. the dragon looks at the sun, calling for st-george the dragon looks at the sun, calling for st-george the dragon looks at the sun what the sun does is beyond the pale the jew is beyond the pale. the jew can't reach himself. the woman is beyond the pale. she can't reach the jew. I announce to you: the cleansing of the waters of forgetfulness. You can't go that way. You don't belong that way. That way of the waters of forgetfulness there are things. Nothing swims among them. Neither things nor things. escapade, escape, esplanade, explanatory, promontory episodes of leaving and impossibility. communality of the first of prankster and on-the-go exhaustion of the second, landscape cylinders tomb cylinders of day and night land of dropping, the fraud of the real against the masquerade of the self you roam and it doesn't seem like marauding, more like comfort then the edge says, come lie with me then the plane says, come sleep with me dropping the fraud of the real into the real of the fraud dropping the masquerade of the self into the self of the masquerade when zero becomes infinitesimal and the hills are polygons when infinitesimals give birth to the digital when the digital swallows the self then http://www.asondheim.org/xcape1.mp4 http://www.asondheim.org/xcape2.mp4 http://www.asondheim.org/dropping.mp4 video with sandy baldwin {first two somewhat long, third somewhat short}