The Alan Sondheim Mail Archive

Slow Saz, Taksim, Land in Revolt, Senescence (best) cumbus saz long-necked saz

meditative pieces, beginning slow, then remembering what had
been the case, melody ensues, along with other memories, of
others, of mourning, of the slightest glimmer of hope, of
something of beauty that occurred, faceless, unremembered, the
cold and universal coming death, ceasing, erasing, these
moments, just beyond memory, perhaps, murmuring, remonstrance,
it would be, as this language or speech, these codes, would, be,
yet for a moment, as if there were,

expression 'on the tip of the tongue,' but not there, not within
the recuperation, of speech and face, of the slow wind down the
slow road, of the avenue of nought

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