The Alan Sondheim Mail Archive

as if our lives were sensed by time

http://www.alansondheim.org/tryagain.mov

the monster collapses in the face of untoward beauty.
Eternal Life will transform Humanity forever!
it can't win. the maternal-Eternal phallic-Failure.
oh oh oh taming the carapace, it loses.
everything is equivalent. so there is one body.
every body is equivalent. so there is one thing.

watching life drain out. he holds onto the carapace, rocking gently back
and forth. he holds onto the carapace, rocking gently back and forth. the
thrust of raw power, the work is that of the carapace or exoskeleton,
fetishized by what? scent, the odor and smell, wound, tissue, flesh, scar,
and pain... the skin, of all life, the metallic carapace...

swollen like a carapace, and closed/foreclosed, just with/before the pene-
tration-descent into the primordial, the skin, of all life, the metallic
carapace...

with brain cut in two i emerge swollen against carapace i am her insect
beyond the carapace, you have been the only one to recognize that it made
no difference, it was there, you explained, the clouds OUTSIDE, which is
where the carapace comes in, it looks, i look "real":
 	o meales, o scales and carapace, nylons, garters rule
there is an image accompanying this writing - that of a carapace of
a carapace. This is why I say "a gone world," says Jennifer.

between the carapace and plastron
  is the flesh writing a carapace
  is the flesh-writing, a carapace
  the exoderm, between the carapace and plastron,
  pink ones with soft-shelled carapace,
  real carapace on the virtual
  virtual carapace on the real

she emerges - swollen against the carapace - i am her insect - matter -
with brain cut in two i emerge swollen against carapace i am her insect
then what shell or husk or carapace need accompany this shell, husk, or
carapace? For my spirit flows like sake from my holes into yours, and
carapace, and proceed as if our lives were sensed by time