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From: Alan Sondheim <sondheim@panix.com>
To: Cyb <cybermind@listserv.aol.com>, Wryting-L <WRYTING-L@listserv.wvu.edu>
Subject: sut
Date: Sat, 14 Jul 2007 15:04:20 -0400 (EDT)
sut i wish to make obeisance to the four realms and ten directions on my own time in my own way and not to make obeisance i wish to make mistakes and errors on my own only reading from the texts and writing in and out of others i confuse hells and heavens and bodhisattvas and arhats and wish to confuse them with sakyamuni and manjusri with others i do not wish to listen to others speaking or teaching or others proclaiming enlightenment or cessation of suffering there is no cessation of suffering no path no bliss i do not wish to attempt the impossible inhabit the inconceivable i wish to comprehend my own way of dependent origination without reincarnation or epistemic shifts leading to ontological error i shall understand my truth as the truth which is the void and i will not study the voice of the other and her proclamation i will comprehend the twilight the coded the intentional languaging of hevajratantra on my own in the midst of craving i wish to celebrate ties to feces or urine or menses or dead flesh glory in them with five yoginis on my own furious determination i wish to hear no teacher see no teacher pay obeisance to no teacher in this realm or in my furious rebirths i shall stay behind i shall not adopt a walking meditation sitting meditation shall not adopt bardo whispers dead men and women hearing i will not sit and concentrate and not concentrate on point or no point or no thing or void nor shall i concentrate on no void nor shall i not concentrate nor shall i sit i will embrace hells on my own furious terms vajra cutting lotus cutting through hells i will discover everything and nothing on my own and that will be an innovation and not be an innovation but quickly and thoughtless i will not learn from any living being nor will i learn within a room garnered or occupied by any living being nor will i learn i will not say mantra there is no mantra no sound nothing to say but what one would say in all day talk among sentient beings i do not for a moment believe in spirit or reincarnation i do not need nor do i want miracle i am fearful of death i embrace fear there is no soul no self i will make mistakes i will congregate in error i will whisper and write error error shall not be mine of error it may be said there is no concourse there is permanence and annihilation and my middle way veers between them i will say that of life there are no beginnings and births and deaths of matter and fecundity of animals and plants there are none i will say there is no time to be reborn and no rebearing and nothing of matter to be reborn and matter is of no bearing i will smear my skin and hair with error smear my mouth and eyes with mistake upon mistake and they will not be my own but not others i will fuck furiously others and others semen flowing rivers streams and speeds of meditation and conjoining there will be no grace here and no falling and no sins or wages of such that are paid and no moment of leaving and arriving i admit no emanations