Message-ID: <Pine.NEB.4.64.0808181654280.6480@panix3.panix.com>
From: Alan Sondheim <sondheim@panix.com>
To: Cyb <cybermind@listserv.aol.com>, Wryting-L <WRYTING-L@listserv.wvu.edu>
Subject: flix
Date: Mon, 18 Aug 2008 16:54:44 -0400 (EDT)
flix http://www.alansondheim.org/flix.mov another attempt obviating moire/lissajous. site passed Vegas a while ago: site has no weight, thin slice; what the screen does, inertial mass, some- thing else, carrier or parasite. it all disappears shortly after death. I need someone creating hardware, stone, nonexistent inscriptive bulwark. Julu cries out of Titus Andronicus, will be forgotten. words lose tongues and hands, painlessly, but extrinsic, unable to testify. no testimony, no annihilation; successful annihilation is no annihilation at all. memory relies on death, diacritical-death, as if something were amiss. tongues and hands are painful; Second Life, airless, disappears among them. Waking this morning I realized this work is unbelievably flimsy, fragile, entire- ly disappearing at the end of the residency - a radical disassembly that hardly passes for erasure - given that nothing existed here in the first place. This absence becomes an unreadable epitaph under erasure. These words, too owe their existence to the imminence of electrical charges far and beyond that of paper, stone, scissors, rock. So it goes and doesn't return.