The Alan Sondheim Mail Archive

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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 ...