The Alan Sondheim Mail Archive


(apologies for so many posts today - the weather swallowed us
  - this won't continue)


We've got a blizzard

and in the geographical whitespace center there are
unimaginable occurrences just behind the whitespace of
the eyes

http://www.alansondheim.org/blizzard09.jpg
http://www.alansondheim.org/blizzarda08.mp4

video down the street, the lens freezes over with ice
the camera comes close to freezing, I run inside, remove the
  battery and card, dry everything out wrapped in towels then
  run to the window where I record more furious sounds -
years ago in similar I fell into the winter ocean at Peggy's
  Cove, there was rind ice, I half pulled myself out, was
  half pulled out by I think Robin Collyer not sure, people
  die at the spot every year, the tourists come in the
  thousands in summer -
I'm fascinated by the white blankness in the image centers,
  reminded of 19th-century maps of the Canadian north, where
  nothing was filled in, and land and sea impossible in the
  details; this is also the imaginary of the dream, or Lacan's
  imaginary, or the placelessness of the hypnagogic, or the
  threat of the abject in the real, but now -
now there's a gas leak in downtown Halifax near the College,
  the whole area's cordoned off, it's all over the news -
the winds are furious! it's exhilarating!

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