Message-ID: <Pine.NEB.4.64.0910090236020.12256@panix3.panix.com>
From: Alan Sondheim <sondheim@panix.com>
To: Cyb <cybermind@listserv.aol.com>, Wryting-L <WRYTING-L@listserv.wvu.edu>
Subject: crack viles
Date: Fri, 9 Oct 2009 02:36:15 -0400 (EDT)
Origin and Decay Decay of origin, original decay, I can't think clearly anymore, just produce vomit of the previously visible unseen. One person wrote back about the tantric stuff, that's all. It might as well died and reborn other generation deity somewhere safe, which it isn't. My cds turn to ashes. Books remain disordered, unread. Films decay, literally, at Filmmakers Coop, who have never given accounting. Someone else wants the fucking Kathy Acker tape cause they want Kathy Acker. I don't have her. Give me the money. http://www.alansondheim.org/origin.mov Start again. Tired of decay surrounding same images day after day watching everyone I know be successful with fast computers and health insurance and security and knowledge of the greater artworld and I gnaw at myself until there's nothing left but the bone and I don't get paid for that either and now live on borrowing everywhere just to make a go of it. So send me your cracked programs, your crack viles, your unused fuckups, your lastyear computers, your surplus cash waiting for a good day to help someone stressed, looking for bridge-cross breakdown, no hope avoidance, just bypass with steam rising, or give me a fucking job amerika so I can focus on my work for once think clearly theory and praxis and not the carcrash mentality trying to stay alive, think, produce. Now I have to borrow computers just to perform, mine are hopeless, my own work stutters to a halt, how will I impress all the rich people surrounding me everywhere even in this slaughter economics. I'll settle for the crack viles. Fucked up writing just send me your crack viles.