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From: Alan Sondheim <sondheim@panix.com>
To: Cyb <cybermind@listserv.aol.com>, Wryting-L <WRYTING-L@listserv.wvu.edu>
Subject: Addendum to prolegomenon (the last of the piece)
Date: Wed, 2 Sep 2009 12:29:33 -0400 (EDT)
(apologies for the sequencing of this) Addendum to prolegomenon It became clear to me, why wasn't it earlier, that the twist shares a relationship with the abject, and with suture it is an almost-closure, almost-alignment, that fails by the very nature of the world. The abject - indecipherable, entangled - lies at the juncture of organism and analysis. A lure, it's impossible to eradicate; it's of the nature of space-time itself, for the twist is produced by _any_ circulation. This is, for example, the meat underlying the virtual, which on one hand is a canopy, and, on the other, is the very constitution of inscription. For we deal with an entanglement of inscription, beginning with ourselves, which are simultaneously everywhere, and nowhere, and in terms of phenomenology, part and parcel of curvature. The "dirty little secret" of the world is the world, which analysis flies in the face of, to the extent that analysis insists it has any relation to the foundational.