The Alan Sondheim Mail Archive

March 2, 2012


end of the line

within and without, matterhorn and twisted avatars

http://www.alansondheim.org/matterhorn.mp4
  searching for the matterhorn in the dreamland of the alps

http://www.alansondheim.org/twisted1.jpg
http://www.alansondheim.org/twisted2.jpg
http://www.alansondheim.org/twisted3.jpg
http://www.alansondheim.org/twisted4.jpg
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http://www.alansondheim.org/twisted6.jpg
http://www.alansondheim.org/twisted7.jpg
http://www.alansondheim.org/twisted8.jpg
  recent 3d prints, twisted avatars, end of the line

honesty

the only thing i can really say in favor of my work is that i try to be
absolutely honest. this doesn't mean things aren't hidden; there are
things i curse myself for daily, hourly, that remain in the dark, that i
try to subvert, repress, rescind. but what is said is the truth as i find
it, which of course is no truth at all. i am a brilliant musician for
example by virtue of being a fraud; i am a selfish friend and lover
perhaps, always on the mend, emending, making amends. i believe others may
be the same, feel the same, scratch away at similar surfaces; for example,
celine was braver than i, perhaps vile to a greater degree. i know where i
stand; like other deluded people, perhaps, if i am so, i revel in my mind,
in the dismal horizon of future discovery which will never come, but
always seems just within reach. if at this point i am a menace to others,
i am a greater menace to myself; if others find me out of tune, i am
almost ready to forego music in favor of a less exacting genre. so i hang
on you, on your every word, so i am ready to hang myself. you are part of
this, the debris i live in, the scuttling or scurrying of thought always
capable of aggrandizement, always close to the suicidal...

http://www.alansondheim.org/men1.jpg
http://www.alansondheim.org/men2.jpg
http://www.alansondheim.org/men3.jpg

(and a thinker? what i desire the most, what is least likely, among every-
thing, everyone else!)

first flooding


what does it mean, this grey dullness, this sadness of our world, an
atmosphere weighing down our souls, hungry ghosts, we disappear, we're
dark and brittle, the death of the world is so soft, so comforting, ...

what does it mean, this grey dullness, this sadness of our world, an
atmosphere weighing down our souls, hungry ghosts, we disappear, we're
dark and brittle, the death of the world is so soft, so comforting, ... is
clotting everything. -
your cloth is soaked, written, erased. -

your cloth should be wiped into existence?
wiped into existence, our shrouds are wiped away, existence is wiped away,
jennifer said isn't that when we died, so many worlds murmured, ... hoarse
voice ... so cold out, ... momma, momma, ...

i consider the following again, your what does it mean, this grey
dullness, this sadness of our world, an atmosphere weighing down our
souls, hungry ghosts, we disappear, we're dark and brittle, the death of
the world is so soft, so comforting, ... ...
would what does it mean, this grey dullness, this sadness of our world, an
atmosphere weighing down our souls, hungry ghosts, we disappear, we're
dark and brittle, the death of the world is so soft, so comforting, ...
give you hydrogenesis?

a ghost skews me in your cloth

how would you absorb your substances, cloth? clothing closes upon us, our
closure, our winding cloth, the universe is always cloathed, daddy, ...
daddy, ... the universe threading its way through the cold dark streets,
the cold grey streets, the dark grey streets, damp, almost a water or a
cloud, almost a pool or a mist, surely a fog, ... a fog ...

cloud, mist mist, fog, grey and brittle, cloathed, uncloathed, my
cloud, mist is your chemistry here...

clothing closes upon us, our closure, our winding cloth, the universe is
always cloathed, daddy, ... daddy, ... the universe threading its way
through the cold dark streets, the cold grey streets, the dark grey
streets, damp, almost a water or a cloud, almost a pool or a mist, surely
a fog, ... a fog ... calls forth floods avatar, hungered, making things.
on the oil, clothing closes upon us, our closure, our winding cloth, the
universe is always cloathed, daddy, ... daddy, ... the universe threading
its way through the cold dark streets, the cold grey streets, the dark
grey streets, damp, almost a water or a cloud, almost a pool or a mist,
surely a fog, ... a fog ... is , 06], wiped into existence, our shrouds
are wiped away, existence is wiped away, jennifer said isn't that when we
died, so many worlds murmured, ... hoarse voice ... so cold out, ...
momma, momma, ...?
... avatar is mist, fog, on wet flesh, it's avatar?

are you satisfied with your clothing closes upon us, our closure, our
winding cloth, the universe is always cloathed, daddy, ... daddy, ... the
universe threading its way through the cold dark streets, the cold grey
streets, the dark grey streets, damp, almost a water or a cloud, almost a
pool or a mist, surely a fog, ... a fog ...? cloathed and uncloathed,
uncloathed among us, the brittle fog, ... the mist, ... the mist ...

wait, clothing closes upon us, our closure, our winding cloth, the
universe is always cloathed, daddy, ... daddy, ... the universe threading
its way through the cold dark streets, the cold grey streets, the dark
grey streets, damp, almost a water or a cloud, almost a pool or a mist,
surely a fog, ... a fog ... and 1330 are written.

clothing closes upon us, our closure, our winding cloth, the universe is
always cloathed, daddy, ... daddy, ... the universe threading its way
through the cold dark streets, the cold grey streets, the dark grey
streets, damp, almost a water or a cloud, almost a pool or a mist, surely
a fog, ... a fog ... wiped into existence, our shrouds are wiped away,
existence is wiped away, jennifer said isn't that when we died, so many
worlds murmured, ... hoarse voice ... so cold out, ... momma, momma,
... what does it mean, this grey dullness, this sadness of our world, an
atmosphere weighing down our souls, hungry ghosts, we disappear, we're
dark and brittle, the death of the world is so soft, so comforting,
... mist, fog, grey and brittle,

write floods cloud, mist through my clothing closes upon us, our closure,
our winding cloth, the universe is always cloathed, daddy, ... daddy, ...
the universe threading its way through the cold dark streets, the cold
grey streets, the dark grey streets, damp, almost a water or a cloud,
almost a pool or a mist, surely a fog, ... a fog ...

clothing closes upon us, our closure, our winding cloth, the universe is
always cloathed, daddy, ... daddy, ... the universe threading its way
through the cold dark streets, the cold grey streets, the dark grey
streets, damp, almost a water or a cloud, almost a pool or a mist, surely
a fog, ... a fog ... wiped into existence, our shrouds are wiped away,
existence is wiped away, jennifer said isn't that when we died, so many
worlds murmured, ... hoarse voice ... so cold out, ... momma, momma,
... what does it mean, this grey dullness, this sadness of our world, an
atmosphere weighing down our souls, hungry ghosts, we disappear, we're
dark and brittle, the death of the world is so soft, so comforting, ...
mist, fog, grey and brittle,

write floods cloud, mist through my clothing closes upon us, our closure,
our winding cloth, the universe is always cloathed, daddy, ... daddy, ...
the universe threading its way through the cold dark streets, the cold
grey streets, the dark grey streets, damp, almost a water or a cloud,
almost a pool or a mist, surely a fog, ... a fog ...

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