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From: Alan Sondheim <sondheim@panix.com>
To: Cyb <cybermind@listserv.wvu.edu>, Wryting-L <WRYTING-L@listserv.wvu.edu>
Subject: revised reading text, final
Date: Fri, 29 Mar 2013 23:41:22 -0400 (EDT)
[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