new long-necked saz piece
http://lounge.espdisk.com/archives/1093 (best)
http://espdisk.com/alansondheim/scalz.mp3
working slowly through different scales, at the
same time, well it might as well be in the middle
of the night, it seems all the time, the saz is a
meditation, one moves majestically among the
plateaus of the instruments, its fields and
vectors, its moment where virtue falls by the
wayside, replace by nothing, its catering to the
horseman riding through a forest, the path is
at the edge of a ravine, there are grasses and
gnarled trees, the hot sun but the brook below,
the blue sky but the dust beneath
[Rough maquette for upcoming Clark Coolidge reading,
myself reading/sound, this coming Tuesday]
[interspersions with cura saz, oud re: below]
[noisy dys/functionals]
it's too strong
it's right here
it's right in the middle of us
it twists and turns
there's no end to it
in a conversation with Ken Wark
I invented the word codework
we were discussing the bones of the text
modified by a computer so that the bones
were the program within the language and
both were speaking
it churns
she said when I die because I'm afraid of death
and weep and wail about it
that she'd take care of it
i remember Vito Acconci and Laurie Anderson, it
was one day, that's how i remember it, and
in Nazareth, we were taken as guests of an Arab
student, at the restaurant, that was never it,
the restaurant destroyed over our presence, he
was gone
night having the horrors of death and
disfiguration
codework destroys the language given to us with
the uneasy birthright of Cain, the mark on Cain
is the terminal prompt,
decoding the journeys of the Wandering Jew, an
.stl file that prints out the world's body
it looms
it's born on a loom and dies on a loom, as it grows,
it weaves itself
it weaves itself into a loom and grows itself
it grows turning and it says to itself
i turn left
i turn right
chiams it crosses itself
it grows churning and it says to itself
center right center center left
center left center center right
it swallows time it's the family favorite
i kill my father and mother i kill my sister and
brother i kill my son and daughter
i'm the family favorite, i'm the family favorite
it melds
it erases its Origin
it erases the INTERSECTION OF THE
ABCISSA AND ORDINATE
it's somewhere
it's really something
it's somewhere
it's somewhere DIIRTY
I think of the dance as a whirl without consent, like the body burning, on
( like a singer without a song, totally open to the world, no computer, no
I think of an inverted hysteria, the world as symptom of this
- it wobbles on varying pivots, it gyroscopes in varying axes, it twists
and turns, it turns away the face, the face of the world is the dance )
the world of the face is the trance
I think the hands hold old-fashioned canes and crushes these could be
quite dangerous wobble turn around
I think you leave holding hands
my heart
bursts open, and blood everywhere, this burst heart! And then I no longer
think, my whirling body-heart, body-burst-heart!
dance- body-body _unfettered,_ that is, motion or postures
dance- through repetition (arms attached in a particular manner,
dance- gestures formed by virtue of _the easiest thing to do,_ in the
dance- manner of a potential well, as the body falls from itself,
dance- within the gravitation-work
dance-
I think of an inverted hysteria, the world as symptom of this
burst-heart-body, world roiling and heaving system fast rotation and
wobble
I think the hands hold old-fashioned canes and crushes these could be
quite dangerous wobble turn around
pulling forth the cane from the body can only be imagined
the body is the dream of freedom
the dance is the dream of freedom
dream of freedom, the cane
i remember she didn't have to die
for once the doctor's were right
death claims those who ignore
who sway to the right move to the left
who move to the left sway to the right
(Get out. Get out of here. Get out of here now. Get away from here. Get
out of here. Get out. Get out of here. I'll meet you in Providence. I'll
meet you in Seattle. I'll travel to Seoul. I'll travel to Moscow.
(I'll see your eyes. I'll kiss your eyes. Language is an enemy. Language
is an enemy. Get out. Get out of here. I'll see your face. I'll kiss your
face.
(Get away from M. Lacan. I'll meet you in a bar in Soho. I'll meet you in
a Montreal cafe. I'll meet you in Victoria. You see my eyes in Vancouver.
You see my eyes in Toronto. Language is an enemy. My body in Cape Breton,
my heart in Newfoundland.
U. A. A. a. a. a.
(Julacan's a fraud. Julacan told me so. I'm Julacan. I turn away from the
_word._ I kill the _word._ Language is a _word._ Language is an enemy.
I get into the ocean. I get out of the sea.
Now I will note the attitudes in the time of the arthropods,
When helmetted Zor ran his lanky legions around the army of Murr.
The golden-haired maiden, with three drops of blood, christianed
The sword of the family of Aral, born of the dank ruins of Drur.
Those times past the ruins of Feggard! Ah for the mead and the storm!
Such moments of these, like the falling of peas, take us away
From the norm!
poetry is an emergency
poetry is always an emergency
a steep hill with wooden steps near the top abandoned apartment
second floor a picture i know there forget now
someone i lived in and in the apartment
in Providence it was a guitar maker from back then
plane crash in the north back yard
splits open filled with medicine bottles
a bad one
in a house with saxophone players but we're talking
they leave it's dark out dangerous i'm alone
need to get out of there find somewhere
not home but somewhere i'm staying or something
just five minutes after i'm dead
what will she see
[ codework follows interspersed ]
[apologies about the length. trying with different instruments.
stands by itself. last 2/3 new the rest revised.]
it's too strong
it's right here
it's right in the middle of us
it twists and turns
there's no end to it
in a conversation with Ken Wark
I invented the word codework
we were discussing the bones of the text
modified by a computer so that the bones
were the program within the language and
both were speaking
it churns
she said when I die because I'm afraid of death
and weep and wail about it
that she'd take care of it
night having the horrors of death and
disfiguration
codework destroys the language given to us with
the uneasy birthright of Cain,
the mark on Cain is the terminal prompt \
decoding the journeys of the Wandering Jew, an
.stl file that prints out the world's body
it looms
it's born on a loom and dies on a loom, as it grows,
it weaves itself
it weaves itself into a loom and grows itself
it grows turning and it says to itself
i turn left
i turn right
chiasm it crosses itself
it grows churning and it says to itself
center right center center left
center left center center right
it swallows time it's the family favorite
i kill my father and mother i kill my sister and
brother i kill my son and daughter
i'm the family favorite, i'm the family favorite
it melds
it erases its Origin
it erases the INTERSECTION OF THE
ABCISSA AND ORDINATE
it's somewhere
it's really something
it's somewhere
it's somewhere DIIRTY
I think of the dance as a whirl without consent, like the body burning, or
like a singer without a song, totally open to the world, no computer,
I think of an inverted hysteria, the world as symptom of this
it wobbles on pivots, it gyres on axes, it twists
and turns,
it turns away the face, the face of the world is the dance
the world of the face is the trance
I think the hands hold old-fashioned canes and crushes these could be
quite dangerous wobble turn around
I think you leave holding hands
my heart
bursts open
my heart
bursts open, and blood everywhere, this burst heart! And then I no longer
think, my whirling body-heart, body-burst-heart!
I think of an inverted hysteria, the world as symptom of this
burst-heart-body, world roiling and heaving system fast rotation and
wobble
I think the hands hold old-fashioned canes and crushes these could be
quite dangerous wobble turn around
pulling forth the cane from the body can only be imagined
the body is the dream of freedom
the dance is the dream of freedom
dream of freedom, the cane
i remember she didn't have to die
for once the doctors were right
death claims those who ignore
who sway to the right move to the left
who move to the left sway to the right
who sway to the left move to the right
who move to the right sway to the left
I'll see your eyes. I'll see your face. Language is an enemy. Language
is the enemy.
Get out. Get out of here. I'll see your face. I'll see your eyes.
I get into the ocean. I get out of the sea.
I get out of the sea. I get into the ocean.
poetry is an emergency
poetry is always an emergency
a steep hill with wooden steps near the top
an abandoned apartment
second floor a picture i know there
forget now
someone i know lived around the apartment
in Providence it was a guitar maker from back then
plane crash in the north back yard
splits open filled with medicine bottles
a bad one
in a house with saxophone players but we're talking
they leave it's dark out dangerous i'm alone
need to get out of there find somewhere
not home but somewhere i'm staying or something
just five minutes after i'm dead
what will she see
the engine which draws forth desire
the engine which vanquishes the same
desire drawn forth and vanquished, and who may
carry the wand, and of what bone or stem, of
what skin or leaf
wind speaks, put that plant and animal down
flat slab never moves.
speak:
itsnotandits
anditshirand
speak:
hirand nothir platformthatis.is. itcarryingthatthat
speak:
amove moving.thingcarryingeverything arewhatwhatmoving. ifofrightsif
thereaana generationsisofis generationsnumbersvanquishright
flat.thenumber. slabotheralways itsnot nothir slab
speak:
andits hirand yesits itit is.is. thatthat amove platformthat itcarrying
movesknow. carryingeverything whatmoving. thingwell moving.thing arewhat
moving.
speak:
justthey everyevery other.slab aevery rightsif ana origin.it ifof therea
isan vanquishright numbers.slab. generationsis generationsnumbers rites.
of completesevery thenumber. otheralways slab.tantra flat. slab
nevermoves.
speak:
moves.
flat
speak:
nothir itsnot andits hirand
speak:
its slabnot yesits itit is.is. thatthat amove platformthat itcarrying
movesknow. carryingeverything whatmoving. thingwell moving.thing arewhat
moving.
speak:
justthey everyevery other.slab aevery rightsif ana origin.it ifof therea
isan ofis vanquishright numbers.slab. generationsis generationsnumbers
rites. of completesevery thenumber. otheralways slab.tantra flat. slab
nevermoves.
speak:
moves.
flat
.
looms it
mocap domesticates behavior and nothing gets away
the world is granular synthesis a priori
my flesh performs your dead structure
nikuko disappears into my wholes and screams
i am barred from your commands
the greater the search, the greater the file
our time: death, stop scribbling
our time: death, nothing written, read
grows, it as loom, a on dies and loom a on born it's
naught=naughty
naught==naughty
you are free to read what you want
my twisted avatars are our national nightmares
they scream i am free to read what they want
mocap domesticates behavior and nothing gets away
the world is granular synthesis a priori
my flesh performs your dead structure
granularity is in-discrete
nikuko disappears into my wholes and screams
burning, my burning burns my burning
i am barred from your commands
the greater the search, the greater the file
death, leave my brain alone, leave my mind alone
bone-length: inscriptions emptied of all content
bone-time: our time, the time of death
our time: death, stop scribbling
our time: death, nothing written, read
itself weaves it
naught=naughty
my twisted avatars are our national nightmares
i huddle in my being and they scream
mocap domesticates behavior and nothing gets away
the world is granular synthesis a priori
i am barred from your commands
the greater the search, the greater the file
split-second holocausts are among us
death, leave my brain alone, leave my mind alone
bone-length: inscriptions emptied of all content
bone-time: our time, the time of death
our time: death, stop scribbling
Open your mouth...
Ah... speak... speak...
Jennifer, what do they call you, when they call you...
Are you dressed as now i will say something lovely and you will be very
happy with me, the clunch is a hardened clay, morange is fodder, you will
have the better value here? Now i will say something lovely and you
will be very happy with me, the clunch is a hardened clay, morange is
fodder, you will have the better value here dressed as you?
Are you in your flesh, don't answer
Is Julu wearing my ... , are you wearing my thing?
I love your feelings, now i will say something lovely and you will be very
happy with me, the clunch is a hardened clay, morange is fodder, you will
have the better value here ... Your tongue speaks so sweetly, turning me
boy-boy
love inherits me beyond your liveley thing, what is it?
My saliva which is the heart of clunch and mucus which is the heart of
morange is yours...
clunch calls forth linen being, eating, excreting memory.
accompanying the wanton, clunch is , wanton, once then you will happen,
buried in morange, twigs in mouth, against the clunch the hardened clay?
... being is saliva which is the heart of clunch and mucus which is the
heart of morange here, it's being?
Are you becoming close to Jennifer's morange?
You're dealing with nice Jennifer.
You melt into Julu's skin forever...
Your clunch 137 is darling Alan's flesh
For 6 lively days, I have been loose Julu ...
and it has taken you just 2.717 minutes turning Alan ...
state of my mid which obsesses aboyout deatgh byout h=jyoust not now, now
:it's a new file, it's where thig=ngs are going to happen in spite of the
::that, this locationj is closed, it won't be remembered, not a bit at
all, :
Your soiled and happen here and it is a place which won't be remembered,
he said it's my catatonic nothing's there of jennifer's gone somewhere
else
Your morange seeps into my nothing's there of jennifer's gone somewhere
else - turning me Julu-Jennifer
state of my mid which obsesses aboyout deatgh byout h=jyoust not now, now
it's :it's a new file, it's where thig=ngs are going to happen in spite of
the ::somewhere else Yoyour morange seeps into my nothing's there of
jennifer's gone ::it's a new file, it's where thig=ngs are going to happen
in spite of the
Your sleazy remembered, she said is in my catatonic nothing's there of
jennifer's gone is in my used state of my mid which obsesses aboyoyout
deatgh byoyout h=jyoyoust not now, now
deatgh byoyout h=jyoyoust not now, now
deatgh byoyout h=jyoyoust not now, now