The Alan Sondheim Mail Archive

July 29, 2009


i don't understand the language
models must have a stop
if you get it from the bottom
uninscribe the top

too many words are granted
the aegis of the ground
language is always haunted
words  emigrate from sound

what's reified's forgotten
the spectres in a cloud
dispel their flesh and blood
and vowels are bestowed

as murmurs of the world
while phonemes stumble out
then fall and  dream and lie
the throat clogs in the shout
the spectres speak and die
no theory to descry

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