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From: Alan Sondheim <sondheim@panix.com>
To: Cyb <cybermind@listserv.wvu.edu>, Wryting-L <WRYTING-L@listserv.wvu.edu>
Subject: now when
Date: Sat, 7 Mar 2015 12:56:03 -0500 (EST)
now when http://www.alansondheim.org/nowwhen.png now when i try to write, there are interferences, coming from the other side, from somewhere i can see vagely, if at all, niterferences which are the beinning of an inundation that, at this point with pills within me, trying desperately, for sleep, won't occupy the gravel of the shore for too long, suh are the problems with the wrritten world/world fraught with annihilation: to the limit, i'm deliberately typing with eyes wide shut, allowing the ghosts and debris to issue forth, essays in ideleness, the pillow book, if this is an exercise it relates back to my piece about fever in disorders of the real, that we can't take for granted, ever, the positioning of health as a prereqisite for text, as if there were a standard of the body adn mind to be met before one is given the privilege of speaking or rather the bridge from speaking through writing to reading to hearing, etc. i welcome here, without spell ccking, these ghosts into my world; they'll dominate more and more in the coming years, until noting remains but bits and bytes scattered and disappearing fast from hard drives world-wide. this is what sleep deprivation does, it brings on death, brings down the curtain quickly, there will never be enough time to say goodbye to epople, there's no greet ing and no other side, the fences are temporarily in place, things. it's a matter of time literally before the universe goes dark and all this incredible richness of organisms and culture disappears, and inherent in the disappearance is the disappearance of any trace as well, we're all living in the period of erasure, we're all inherenlty inaccountable, our minds and future projects are our own worst enemy, and the groundrules of the world lie in its own slaughter. the effect of the pills is great, 12mg melatonin and trazodone, my mind crushes me with the true real, i don't have kristeva's good fortune to whirl through freud or catholicsm, what a melding here. there should be an image here, someting to accompany this, a text... i'll work on this later, the image, the lure , and i'll be careful not to make this too long, interets tails off..