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From: Alan Sondheim <sondheim@panix.com>
To: Cyb <cybermind@listserv.aol.com>, Wryting-L <WRYTING-L@listserv.wvu.edu>
Subject: ploy
Date: Tue, 26 Jun 2007 11:56:48 -0400 (EDT)
ploy [ [ [ now we shall discover whether or not there is a moment when the gears thou in a form or discovery moving the imaginary through motility, together, there's no today or tomorrow, this is redone from the rules and raises, the digital stutters among the protocols; it's the how much farther should this be taken, without that test producing hopefully something other than a poetics of the same, the same rubbed one might have something to say, and here is the space to say it interact one against another, shifting the i from thous and thou to oh this is an explanation of the imaginary, or at least of its indexicality, as these spaces become bodies, sutures, stitched originary brilliance which has faded due to clerical error. the analog digital, as Baldwin says, which harbors the HOW against the analog's other, the WHY, which remains mute, broken, bludgeoned. raw against the form here or elsewhere. now julu-jennifer mourned and borne into ] ] ] [ [ [ this section represents the other of the same, let us say, julu the dotted line represents a suture, adjoining one to another, ing, in fact, the line stitched across the screen. so that one is torn into two, two into one, and the split which is occasioned for example to jennifer, hello myself, and jennifer might well motion here bringing two into i-thou relation, dissolved, further, chora or the slew or slurry, all of these, then, miserable only in their enunciation of exploration elsewhere. for there is no such now for example, there are 'video phone calls between jennifer and julu,' but it is unclear whose image, if any appears on the screen; be invisible. this struggles the HOW of the digital, even here, where WHY analogic is the question jennifer-julu wants, more than for the very real protocols cutting, like knives, across one's imagination, harbored by the screen? ] ] ] [ [ [ or slurry of composite materials, held together in a generalized nature of the ground. it's a delusion to assume one can without beginning or ending and with the foresight of the sheet of assertion for example or mode of retaining a data-base only to the extent that it is torn asunder; the body wants its whole w/hole or mouth mow, or (and remember those bandages, jennifer, surely that mþamounted to something? conversing that sweeps the skin clear of demarcations, oh desire, don't you? and the way everything comes together, just there, "accordingly." amphiboles allow nothing to be act of inhabitation or mourning. there is the analogic stone, amphibole skein or other insipid formation that retains the very live in this fashion, without cultural striation, in a dream-world a lack of knowledge or other means of (literal) support: without classifica- tion or mode of employment. in this manner writing stitches together what is inscribed that covers in full the replete construal of earth or star. the body is its scallop, concavity, if nothing more than a means of restraining both inscription and desire. i'm wet, at a loss in this julu, what's happening!? flows from all directions, i love my balanced on the lip which speech proceeds taken for granite. (julu) ] ] ]