The Alan Sondheim Mail Archive

April 20, 2014

sonnet blank generative

spoken by the fills in the
fills in the cumming with the
into the in the into the among
the not the against the count
the in-between the under the
under the there's the filling
in the in the with the in the
fills in the to the bought the
of the blank photographed the
of the among the certainly the
bringing the reading the
desperately reading the
filtering the in the is the
of the blank

perhaps the blank is not inert, not substance; perhaps it
seethes, percolates; perhaps the blank is chaotic. one might
say, "at any rate, the blank"; perhaps the entanglement is
irreducible. "blank" already gives too much away.

From The Collaborative International Dictionary of English
v.0.48 [gcide]:

   Blank \Blank\, n.
      1. Any void space; a void space on paper, or in any written
         instrument; an interval void of consciousness, action,
         result, etc; a void.
      2. A lot by which nothing is gained; a ticket in a lottery on
         which no prize is indicated.
         [1913 Webster]
      3. A paper unwritten; a paper without marks or characters a
         blank ballot; -- especially, a paper on which are to be
         inserted designated items of information, for which spaces
         are left vacant; a bland form.
      4. A paper containing the substance of a legal instrument, as
         a deed, release, writ, or execution, with spaces left to
         be filled with names, date, descriptions, etc.
         [1913 Webster]
From The Collaborative International Dictionary of English
v.0.48 [gcide]:

   Blank \Blank\, a. [OE. blank, blonc, blaunc, blaunche, fr. F.
      blanc, fem. blanche, fr. OHG. blanch shining, bright, white,
      G. blank; akin to E. blink, cf. also AS. blanc white. ?98.
      See {Blink}, and cf. 1st {Blanch}.]

Dave MacIsaac's Rosin

1. The arrow or bow.

2. The music.

3. The story.
We heard Dave MacIsaac and Louis Benoit for the last time
Monday night. I brought along my Incredibow, a synthetic
'space-age' bow designed for viola and cello. Dave played
after using his rosin on it. The bow was hooked with Dave's
rosin, thought I, listening to him and Ashley MacIsaac
and Natalie McMaster and so many others on the way back
to Providence. So I was determined to channel Cape Breton,
with predictably strange and perhaps insane and unclear
results, once I returned. 0 and 2 use mutes. I used the
Incredibow. The fiddle was tuned to parallel fifths and
held vertically, like a cello. I bowed underhand. I kept
hearing the rhythms and couldn't sit still. Dave's rosin
had a life of its own. The music might be horrendous.

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