Message-ID: <alpine.NEB.2.11.1502260004010.17108@panix5.panix.com>
From: Alan Sondheim <sondheim@panix.com>
To: netbehaviour@netbehaviour.org
Subject: Threnody, Jennifer, the Flag-Tree Calling You
Date: Thu, 26 Feb 2015 00:09:56 -0500 (EST)
Threnody, Jennifer, the Flag-Tree Calling You http://www.alansondheim.org/snown30.jpg http://www.alansondheim.org/snown31.jpg http://www.alansondheim.org/snown32.jpg Jennifer, what do they call you, when they call you... the mountain. the flag-tree, the flag-tree. the precipice. the erasure. the forlorn. the lost body. the threnody. the no body. the eternity of the zero-to-come. the annihilation of erasure. Are you dressed as the mountain. the flag-tree. the precipice. the erasure. the forlorn. the lost body. the threnody. the no body. the eternity of the zero-to-come. the annihilation of erasure.? Is the mountain. the flag-tree. the precipice. the erasure. the forlorn. the lost body. the threnody. the no body. the eternity of the zero-to-come. the annihilation of erasure. dressed as you? Are you in your jumper, are you in your flesh, ah don't answer... Ah... Is Julu wearing your ... , are you wearing your jumper? the jumper. the cocked hat. the cane. the molly-coddle. of the burned body. of the burnt letter. the leaves of the book. the tear-stained surface of the letter. of the letter L. where can we walk, the mountains are flat, there are no markers, no signs, where can we walk when we can walk no where. I love your feelings, the mountain. the flag-tree. the precipice. the erasure. the forlorn. the lost body. the threnody. the no body. the eternity of the zero-to-come. the annihilation of erasure. ... your jumper flows into me What do you call your fashionable jumper? we call it the world gone by. we call it no thing. we cannot speak. our tongues are severed in zero-eternity. our brains smashed our words destroyed. of protest there is none. of the raised fist there are no hands. zero-eternity and protons wink out one by one without the memory of space or time or stars. language is the thing most fragile in the world. the world is the thing most fragile. Your body parts, mine, in a dark list, list them, of each there are a track of each track zero-eternity neither process nor state of slaughter there is no memory of memory there is none these are not words not spoken not writing not reading these are eternal these are nothing of these these are nothing My these are not words not spoken not writing not reading is yours... we call it the world gone by. we call it no thing. we cannot speak. our tongues are severed in zero-eternity. our brains smashed our words destroyed. of protest there is none. of the raised fist there are no hands. zero-eternity and protons wink out one by one without the memory of space or time or stars. language is the thing most fragile in the world. the world is the thing most fragile. calls forth ill my masquerade, eating, excreting memory. throughout the thrusting, we call it the world gone by. we call it no thing. we cannot speak. our tongues are severed in zero-eternity. our brains smashed our words destroyed. of protest there is none. of the raised fist there are no hands. zero-eternity and protons wink out one by one without the memory of space or time or stars. language is the thing most fragile in the world. the world is the thing most fragile. is , thrusting, the jumper. the cocked hat. the cane. the molly-coddle. of the burned body. of the burnt letter. the leaves of the book. the tear-stained surface of the letter. of the letter L. where can we walk, the mountains are flat, there are no markers, no signs, where can we walk when we can walk no where.? ... my masquerade is of these these are nothing here, it's my masquerade? Are you becoming close to Jennifer's we call it the world gone by. we call it no thing. we cannot speak. our tongues are severed in zero-eternity. our brains smashed our words destroyed. of protest there is none. of the raised fist there are no hands. zero-eternity and protons wink out one by one without the memory of space or time or stars. language is the thing most fragile in the world. the world is the thing most fragile.? i cannot, i am summoned to call, i am not summoned, unspeakable Ah, my masquerade eaten by julu-of-the-open-arms and julu-depressed we call it the world gone by. we call it no thing. we cannot speak. our tongues are severed in zero-eternity. our brains smashed our words destroyed. of protest there is none. of the raised fist there are no hands. zero-eternity and protons wink out one by one without the memory of space or time or stars. language is the thing most fragile in the world. the world is the thing most fragile.:the jumper. the cocked hat. the cane. the molly-coddle. of the burned body. of the burnt letter. the leaves of the book. the tear-stained surface of the letter. of the letter L. where can we walk, the mountains are flat, there are no markers, no signs, where can we walk when we can walk no where.:the mountain. the flag-tree. the precipice. the erasure. the forlorn. the lost body. the threnody. the no body. the eternity of the zero-to-come. the annihilation of erasure.:these are eternal these are nothing: Would the mountain. the flag-tree. the precipice. the erasure. the forlorn. the lost body. the threnody. the no body. the eternity of the zero-to-come. the annihilation of erasure. mind you partying, we call it the world gone by. we call it no thing. we cannot speak. our tongues are severed in zero-eternity. our brains smashed our words destroyed. of protest there is none. of the raised fist there are no hands. zero-eternity and protons wink out one by one without the memory of space or time or stars. language is the thing most fragile in the world. the world is the thing most fragile., with us? Your ill these are not words not spoken not writing not reading is in my thrusting of these these are nothing Ah, my masquerade eaten by julu-of-the-open-arms and julu-depressed Ah, my masquerade eaten by julu-of-the-open-arms and julu-depressed we call it the world gone by. we call it no thing. we cannot speak. our tongues are severed in zero-eternity. our brains smashed our words destroyed. of protest there is none. of the raised fist there are no hands. zero-eternity and protons wink out one by one without the memory of space or time or stars. language is the thing most fragile in the world. the world is the thing most fragile.:the jumper. the cocked hat. the cane. the molly-coddle. of the burned body. of the burnt letter. the leaves of the book. the tear-stained surface of the letter. of the letter L. where can we walk, the mountains are flat, there are no markers, no signs, where can we walk when we can walk no where.:the mountain. the flag-tree. the precipice. the erasure. the forlorn. the lost body. the threnody. the no body. the eternity of the zero-to-come. the annihilation of erasure.:these are eternal these are nothing: Would the mountain. the flag-tree. the precipice. the erasure. the forlorn. the lost body. the threnody. the no body. the eternity of the zero-to-come. the annihilation of erasure. mind you partying, we call it the world gone by. we call it no thing. we cannot speak. our tongues are severed in zero-eternity. our brains smashed our words destroyed. of protest there is none. of the raised fist there are no hands. zero-eternity and protons wink out one by one without the memory of space or time or stars. language is the thing most fragile in the world. the world is the thing most fragile., with us? Your ill these are not words not spoken not writing not reading is in my thrusting of these these are nothing Ah, my masquerade eaten by julu-of-the-open-arms and julu-depressed ... +++