The Alan Sondheim Mail Archive

February 6, 2012


wwo hypnagogic, uncanny, tulips


http://www.alansondheim.org/hypnagogic.mp4 (silent)
http://www.alansondheim.org/wwo.mp4

began as dream or hypnagogic imagery, transforms within the pressure
of going to bed, hypnagogic imagery on the way to ... accompanied by
vivid eidetic or hypnagogic imagery: "Some hackers report by dreamwork,
by eidetic imagery, by hypnagogic imagery, by imagery at poetry,
poetics, hallucinations, hypnagogic imagery, and meditations." Nikuko
falling asleep: My dreams are hypnagogic; there is metal at work, and
sickness, hypnagogic imagery, trance phenomena, orgasm, "emotions,"
that Jennifer will come to me, or hypnagogic imaginaries.

hfighters are
chastffffjjjjjjjfighters are
chastising the bombers. the bombers have been compared to beautiful
flowers. if the bombers are fklowers, they are tulips.
  the bus is a disguise. the bus is filled with bombs and munitions. the
rtargets are very dangerous. the targets are cars. the cars are
super-obvious.such a magic has never been seen before in this or any other
world.
it is always dizzying watching magic.
two is always better than one, two is the perfection of one
  no, it is true, i cannot see now whatever it is I have been doing. or to
whom.
yes, somewhere there is.
it is full of danger and it is full of delight.
now it's an issue of meditation.

the bombers are coming in for a landing. the bombers are being chased.
fighters are chasing the bombers. if the bombers are flowers, they are
roses. there are trees and a bus most likely a school bus. the bus is a
target in the trees.h the cars are ovbvious. they are every obvious. we
will kill the cars. we will kill the buses. the buses are super-cars.
the woman flies incrediby ly high above the clouds. she turns and twists
and wouldn't you know it, a kind of magic issuecomes forth. when
there is the possibility of one, there is the
possihbilitygilfbilibility of two
and there is such loss when i am moving blidlhy omomindlhyy in
this world of lfflight and fancy.
\\somewhere  there is a sometime, is there not.
and i is true that it is very dangerous, that is t is fulll of danger.

We are stardust


'We are stardust' from which everything, all philosophy, proceeds, a
timing and process that is always coming to an end. So we are vast, we are
communal, every atom from another source, another distance, every atom
silent as to history from which we draw only this, that history is silent,
that our micro-histories go against the grain, are retardations, are the
source of pain, of holding back, as if there were beginnings and
demarcations evident in Being, and as if becoming were a universal law. We
are stardust, we have already returned as such; at the edge of the
universe our faces and bodies live and project, towards that Being and
becoming, we are observers of the cinema of disappearance; it is ourselves
we witness blurred out in the heat-birth of the early universe, it is
ourselves that awaits the word of our dissolution.

From this is everything, and there is nothing else, the source of our
despair and inscription - every inscription an alignment of atoms and
molecules, every description the appearance of a permanent rearrangement.
Pain mutes this, pain is the only truth, of stardust, of the absence of
accountability, of the onslaught of the unaccountable and unaccounted-for.

We are stardust, and it takes this, in the middle of the night, this
forth-coming, to proclaim what remains of philosophy; even the digital
does not escape its material foundations ...

It would say unto you, it is languor, it is sinking, it is neurasthenia
that reveals and revels in, the truth, which is that of a longing, of
which death and its escape form only a surface phenomenon. For this
longing inheres, is inherent in the very project we set ourselves, which
is that of coagulation, and beyond coagulation, form and inscriptive
processes bearing the familiar fount of Aristotelian logics and laws of
distribution, so that we may take account, so that we may be accounted-for
- it is this accounting, this belief in accounting, that grants us
meaning, beyond that of clean and proper reproduction, a meaning which for
us means, that we are more than stardust, that we are surplus, beyond all
accountancy.

Such is the inauthenticity of our chaos, that engorged on signs and
symbols, abjection rules in fact and fancy, along with the trope of the
missing woman, just beneath the surface, beneath any surface whatsoever,
that we believe we construct for ourselves, or that we believe we have
found and foundered upon.  We are stardust and we can never, always
already never, reconstruct ourselves, our pasts, our histories, the
groupings of our histories, the dualities of any two particles and their
respective orbits, one among others, many among many. For I say unto you,
we know not our own substance, and without this, our destiny falters,
disappears; we live within the one remaining symbolic, that of the false
memory of a permanent loss, which is a permanent loss. Thus I say unto
you, it is said unto me, but it said by no other, other than what I am
saying, to to no other, other than that I am hearing. We are stardust, we
are nothing else besides.

We are stardust, we are nothing else besides.


" We are stardust
We are golden
And we've got to get ourselves
Back to the garden

[...]

We are stardust
Billion year old carbon
We are golden
Caught in the devil's bargain
And we've got to get ourselves back to the garden "

(Joni Mitchell)


we are also a generation
that knows the truths about annihilation
when meaning falls out and shatters on the ground
when the ground calls out and dies on meaning's shatter

we are stardust we are leaden
we are walking Armageddon

We are leaden; I say unto you we are borrowed time, we borrow the uncanny,
we are borrowed dust, we organization information, information travels
from dust to dust, information deteriorates, we erect potential wells, we
are potential wells, potential wells are tunnels, we tunnel among us, we
are always already under erasure, we are always already within the erasure
of the sign of erasure. I say unto you, we are among the first to
recognize there is no salvage. We await your planetary notice, this will
come but among us all, the physics are impossible, inconceivable, the
physics are the physics of stardust, the physics are the physics of death.
This is within speech and without speech, the physics are the physics of
death, and speech murmurs, the invasion of quantum noise, speech murmurs
we are walking Armageddon.


"Ziggy Stardust may refer to:
A persona adopted by David Bowie in the early 1970s
The Rise and Fall of Ziggy Stardust and the Spiders from Mars, Bowie's
1972 concept album
"Ziggy Stardust" (song), a song from the album
Ziggy Stardust and the Spiders from Mars (film), 1973 documentary and
concert film
Ziggy Stardust: The Motion Picture, the soundtrack of the concert film
Ziggy Stardust Tour, a concert tour to promote the studio albums Ziggy
Stardust and Aladdin Sane"

(Wikipedia)

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