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From: Alan Sondheim <sondheim@panix.com>
To: Cyb <cybermind@listserv.aol.com>, Wryting-L <WRYTING-L@listserv.wvu.edu>
Subject: Sublime
Date: Sun, 3 Jun 2007 05:51:33 -0400 (EDT)
Sublime "It is precisely in its lack of care that the Sublime manifests itself as such; indeed, any attempt at symbolization, description, language, can only destroy its presence and perception. Perception? As if perception had anything to do with fantasy! But this is a slow piece, as is stately for those objects which have remained inviolate, only to be destitute in an era of global warming. Still, yes, this work has to do with memory, memory of rock and rock, of that green glacial runoff that carries the dream of a universe within it. The sheer weight of a single boulder is enough of a loss of bone and skeleton, nothing slowly raises to the sky but sky, or but the world prior to landscape, beyond landscape. For landscape already requires a vanishing point, not of the subject, but of the subject's gaze which destroys it, so what of a landscape within and without which there is nothing of the human, nothing but the momentary skittering of two of them, signaling nowhere, nothing to say, unspeaking, unspeakable, in the throes of the Sublime? http://www.asondheim.org/landscape.mp4 "Then the world turned blood." http://www.asondheim.org/jet.mp4