The Alan Sondheim Mail Archive

because I can, in a clearing place, so many lives, so many sounds

this is the world of the crumbling edifice I leave behind,
  because I say: only edifices crumble, all edifices crumble
the gateways of edifices appear with the clarity of crystals
  and disappear with the radioactivity and trauma of smoky quartz
gateways are neither closed nor open but depend upon stanchions
stanchions are neither vertical nor horizontal but depend upon a
  space-time metric
and it goes and for a moment, I am managing these sounds,
  and for a moment I am offering you an edifice,
  that you may theorize, that you may think upon it, that you may

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