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From: Alan Sondheim <sondheim@panix.com>
To: Cyb <cybermind@listserv.wvu.edu>, Wryting-L <WRYTING-L@listserv.wvu.edu>
Subject: [ for ELO, Paris ]
Date: Sun, 22 Sep 2013 13:26:26 -0400 (EDT)
[ for ELO, Paris ] we all live within our hallucinations when we die, we're sliding unawares and there have been too many deaths and disruptions holding on and poised above an abyss which opens everywhere when i say "just over there" what i'm saying is that the world falls off in every direction you pick a point or position and walk towards it or force your body into nodding and over there, the abyss which means there's nothing to hold onto my breathing has become more and more difficult in these rough terrains and when i sleep the machine prepares me the catastrophe of the day i'd want to say more, about how my search for the truth was always emergent but near the abyss, the loss, not only of information, but of its viral carries, ensures it doesn't matter at the end and that matter doesn't matter, that every point of the abyss falters towards every other, flounders on every other what life does is momentarily bear witness, and just before blindness, it appears as if the subjunctive gains the upper hand oh these are heady days these are days of death and the compression of death, days of genocides and impulses days of annihilation: to the limit! when the earth turns, irradiating itself towards a bleak and darkening sun at least there are days and a succession of bands, of light, then dark, then light, of dark, then light then dark the body embraces catastrophe: see how the abyss invades and cauterizes each and every thought! and in every direction, and among all, and every one! these are heady days, salvation burning like a star on its last coordinates i'm looking up in every direction, and from each and every one, i'm falling i'm falling for no one, i'm falling for nothing and i understand, annihilation is the path, not the means the journey, and not the goal, the way and not the end, that the limit is asymptotic, and whatever one does, one is coasting among the others that are our selves or the same, one is coasting among the abyss and cessation, among annihilations in lock-step and ready-made, one is coasting the keel of the boat, that too, in every direction, and the keel is coasting towards the shore and the shore is an hallucination and we're living there, and dying, we're dying in great numbers, and we're sliding, unawares and in spite of or towards this speaking, and among this speaking, we're sliding, unawares ---------------------------------------------