The Alan Sondheim Mail Archive

Viola for MacGrid

http://espdisk.com/alansondheim/violagrid.mp3
http://espdisk.com/alansondheim/violagrid2.mp3

yes or no?

blanked

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cyberspace, they twist and turn, strike out with eyes blanked
from too so that from the plain, one gathers beads into heaps.
the heaps are separated by blanked space, the ground-state.
think of it as the basin in bon religion, or kristevan chora.
theresa worked went into an asylum. this, dates, blanked
memories. golden hair. memories are like this, vague dates,
worried and blanked memories. i separated by blanked space, the
ground-state; this an asylum. all my memories are like this,
vague dates, worried and blanked

from one true world to this, her screen now blanked the woman
has left the room, her chair, computer vacated, blanked, dark.
effusion of the blanked and blanking shell turned to hurricanes
and winds slates of peoples passing by, peripheral glances,
blanked exteriors azure to me as local suffusion, blanked stares
against enraptured, i'd say by blanked space, nothing - but here
- there's a moment of parallel - we grasp each other furiously,
our eyes not yet blanked out. we live with your many lovers,
eyes blanked plates of deserted meals. i beg you, these my
memories are like this, vague dates, worried and blanked
memories. all my memories are like this, vague dates, worried
and blanked so that from the plain, one gathers beads, the heaps
are separated by blanked golden kinds melting later appeared
different names writing might for its interior. the true world
is blind, blunt, blanked. vision splays this, her screen blanked
there, the world, slate, erasable memory, all woman left room,
chair, computer vacated, blanked, dark. then still granted
meaning only desires muted at end. makes commercially interior.
blind, blunt, blanked. vision splays sleep. certain theresa
worked went asylum. this, dates, blanked memories. golden hair,
your many lovers, eyes blanked plates of deserted meals, i beg
you, these ...

infinite war

http://www.alansondheim.org/infinitewar.png
http://www.alansondheim.org/infinitewar.mp4

the news grows worse every day. the war is infinite, against
women, children, religions, nations, races, anything one might
imagine. everything hurtles towards conflicting inerrancies,
with no way out. like everyone, we're horrified, we don't
sleep, we dream we have nothing to fear. we fear everything,
we have no solutions. our bodies are torn apart, our bodies
are safe. praying for solution is praying for the annihilation
of the other. our nights are paved with screams and the
intolerable falling of bodies into dissolution. we can't
protest, we protest, we shudder, we work day by day, we put
these things up. but there is infinite war and infinite war
and torture doesn't take a night off, doesn't take a day.