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From: Alan Sondheim <sondheim@panix.com>
To: Cyb <cybermind@listserv.aol.com>, Wryting-L <WRYTING-L@listserv.wvu.edu>
Subject: from she things
Date: Sun, 12 Jul 2009 11:50:20 -0400 (EDT)
from she things she things originated with a seed text which was then subject to three mathematical transformations; these constituted the final text. the seed text was erased. the following text is a partial reconstruction of the seed text, created by eliminating all repetition. the first part is a variation of the seed text, more or less paralleling the original; the second part consists of strings missing the letter 't' (the trigger for the program string divi- sion in a second program), and again repetition is eliminated. the second part corresponds to the second part of she things, and only those strings which don't appear under other guise in the first part are included. thus both texts are expansions and contractions - the first attending to the natural inclination to separate words, and the second according to a sifting based on 't.' there are issues of hermeneutics, intention and body, delineated in the following; on one hand there are applied matheses across a presumed orig- inary moment, and on the other, that moment disappears behind an event horizon that retains information but obliterates any final rendering. ( (i recognize that 'event horizon' is stretching a metaphor here; i think of this as a filling out of a broken diegesis which is necessarily thwarted by formal operations.) these she things. came out of the room furious at me, talking wildly, saying things i never imagined or invented. grasped my legs with hers and we toppled onto bed. there was no turning back. outside a tremendous downpour, i'd seen such downpour in life. looked each other began ritual yearning, yearning eat, to sleep, fuck, wake dawn where new everything world reversed, once for only this all. time something different; our skin flew all ceremony directions, incomplete, worlds remained hours, years, lived millennia. gluttony worlds, couldn't escape them, they were everywhere. lifeforms boiled brewed stacked vibrations. vibrated frequency their rotations, unbalanced, but always else, an intensity that varied periodically slowly, punctuated by gamma-ray bursts from inconceivably early universe. on single-string instrument played gluon, quark double-stop time, danced naked: black hole has hairs, shaved quick about it. triple-step convulsed protons neutrons, late energy. tell you more can't; mouth is stopped within her, her there's little left murmur, much less think o alking oppled hese hings. remendous here ea he ri every ime some ual e, glu his incomple s ions. hing differen ony couldn' h hem, ions, ensi single-s punc ime, abou . double-s ha y ep e wi ons neu op ring ins ; mou can' rons, la ell bu hin opped