Message-ID: <Pine.NEB.4.64.0707082029180.10483@panix3.panix.com>
From: Alan Sondheim <sondheim@panix.com>
To: Cyb <cybermind@listserv.aol.com>, Wryting-L <WRYTING-L@listserv.wvu.edu>
Subject: death's
Date: Sun, 8 Jul 2007 20:29:30 -0400 (EDT)
death's I am a sick man. I am a vile man. I think about death too much. I harbor death. Here is a nonexistent image of the harboring of death: http://www.asondheim.org/harboring.jpg That won't do. That will never do. Death has a motion. Death has a motion _from the other side._ Here is a nonexistent film of the motion of death: http://www.asondheim.org/deathmotion.jpg That's insufficient. That's never enough. Death is the refutation of all. Death terminates infinitude. Here is death's nonexistent refutation of the paradoxes of mathematics: http://www.asondheim.org/refutation.txt That can't count enough. That's never enough. Death devours data-base and protocol. Here is a nonexistent indexing of death's world and universe: http://www.asondheim.org/index.html Death counters me. Death encounters me. Death stymies, subverts. I dream death's dream. Here is a nonexistent presentation of death's dreaming: http://www.asondheim.org/deathdream.pdf Death's dreaming which is never enough. Death motivates me. I succumb to death's motivation. I am swallowed by death. Death gives me a choice which is no choice at all. Here is a nonexistent program of death's stricture, of death's interface, of my collapse of death: http://www.asondheim.org/deathcollapse.exe Death muddles me. Death confuses me. Death take me. Death hold me. Here is a nonexistent program of death's holding and taking: http://www.asondheim.org/holdingtaking.pl It's too confusing. Death rushes me, annihilates me. I will death's annihilation. Yet does death listen. Nor does death listen. Here is a nonexistent configuration of death's silence: http://www.asondheim.org/silence.ini It's too noisy. Death crushes me, lacerates me. Death has no bell, no drum, no whistle. Death writes this. Here is a nonexistent file of death's grip, death's claw, death's blood, death's bone, my grip, my claw, my blood, my bone: http://www.asondheim.org/placespace It's too absent. It begs presence from death. It begs a missive. Here is the nonexistent missive: http://www.asondheim.org/placespace