Message-ID: <alpine.NEB.2.11.1508120207580.16019@panix3.panix.com>
From: Alan Sondheim <sondheim@panix.com>
To: Cyb <cybermind@listserv.wvu.edu>, Wryting-L <WRYTING-L@listserv.wvu.edu>
Subject: hurdle
Date: Wed, 12 Aug 2015 02:10:22 -0400 (EDT)
hurdle http://www.alansondheim.org/roof20.jpg of or off the roof http://www.alansondheim.org/hurdle1.mp3 electric saz http://www.alansondheim.org/hurdle2.mp3 " http://www.alansondheim.org/hurdle3.mp3 irish banjo always hurdles w/ these, electric saz speed-clots, music from speedmetal thickness elsewhere off-roof, irish banjo w/ this difficult rh fingering, jumping thru collapse and remnants of song, oh the first saz harmonics up-neck and down|in|the|atom embryonic, we against the papery smooth flesh yoni, we against the papery smooth flesh travelers; we and talk somewhere. wizards all, we're part and inside, we within ourselves, medieval grange warming us for the us, of all together, we waters. terrible the by by roots their was it began i as me, around us, of all together, we we waters. does it bother you that loves someone? will or burning themselves alive in each and every log house by d in fear from flamewars and insufficient bandwidth, the writing, if as if graphemes were as if the ledge were lek assembling as if protected against the fury of the world, primitive and it is the primes which create species. so many primes could no longer chant, could no longer speak. she there, the fire pleasure of my body not being an intermediary, across the wings, in thy wings of numbers never giving into organism, always aloof, always as-if: juncture of stars-neutralization, intention, maintained, memories in the , the hull carrying forth the moon into the day. the d in the interstices. i'd say this, to the diminution of a depths of the night through heat-sensing equipment. what lives in the space, it hides in cracks, in crevices, in the remains of an roots by the terrible waters. we together, all of us, around me, dark in the valley where you - membrance of thought, thinking against the vaginal opening of that we will screaming in the dark. towards it, body into tow. energy ... has no place to ... out in the open ... who knows or so. in other words "the field was full of birds." pigeons, and you're back home with your margins, again constantly adjacent to the left-hand sheaf from death against a doorway, there are no answers in this useless (caption against the left) brain, mind length inscriptions emptied of all content. against what, said d'nala. against interest d'nala! to that extent we have already traveled, against the scream beings waters beneath the hairs of the back, facing the miserable sky, catastrophic debris - we're in relation to our own demise - we learn i can close myself off, in this leaking room, severed from you such that a and b in their divine mixture do together within exchange values among the quarks down in the recollect. inductor magnetic radiation. coil shudders. kelp around, as if there are objects, objects which die and soon. i turn towards the light, flick it, crawl to things, and when i am silent and not-clara i background witness warcraft, and you're back in deconstructive architecture and 'reading' underlying (substructural, configuration files, guides) organization of mocap/scan through surface phenomena flew the grazed crystals within withdrew, comes in are through the air in a certain manner - it's in the real - as if there against the bleak rocks. holdfasts grow through them. my words if the bombs are falling everywhere, as if we're in the dark, net in the corner of the room one s, the misery of death, in the dark with logos; i get caught at it; it devours me. with the exception of the final light-residues, programs. of seen the four of us around a cozy fire. there's nothing like that for the moment, and then something gnaws at me, and i'm off again, back. the playground set against the night, frozen with grief. to the potential for interiority in hostile world: cuddle: the ruptured within the space between c. and me, the avatars and conversed. by the terrible waters. we together, all of us, around me, as i in the valley where you. information. the work occurs in the past - organisms as if crusted area of the scab, pus-filled and against the dreams when they died in the snow victims of predators starved and ill from their roots by the terrible waters. we together, together, and when i am silent and not-clara i background witness nothing ourselves, in order to write, even to read. the reflexivity of precipice, where all good boys and girls, high and now there we are in the background, naked against the dancer, this recreation. every moment over the keyboard is another moment in die, these three instruments will in a me next to things / some things i can see some / limbs fall, i reside here, in flight within the corner. it's if hug is a hut, it is also a , memories . it is the hulk of and angular momentum's poor are autonomic spell _the great northwest._ but it's not there! i over my map! you'd there and smell foster, s/he had that whiskey breath from o sphere obsessively within the black and cold. birds which are found and decrepit in the rundown neighborhood. dies daily, noise.[1] air.[2] molecules.[3] entirely . in any case, when i die, these three instruments will in rels in backyards along with jays and almost invisible mourning dwarf-peoples in mountain-masses, and all of import as human- out, in shack against night-sky. i'd push and push. i'd it.:what i "swollen, thin skin near burst. liquid s, pregnant." moon s in the wane of day; the moon is a building, is a shadow of a for, this obtusion, against the black wet bark, les jardins, what d cold walls soul overcome continued clouds sun dawned warmer being split-second holocausts. i am a bird frozen and in the area. only encourage, spread disease, found decrepit, rundown. i'm in inaudible inconceivable infinite instantiations, it. itself the simpler always refers back to the code of the language, d yells, jumps, runs, sings, stands, sits, or so it might seem, and we in an emptiness opening everywhere, even within second or third. i in my being and they scream of stars-neutralization, maintained in the one with itself. used beneath desert terrain. she behind ruined buildings, blasted the lines or paragraphs become lines or paragraphs, and tumble upon i cannot or mourn and cannot tell you about my children. .do contrary things scream beings monopoly of bruises stationary; rocks. holdfasts descendants 'farewell,' tender scrip. residues, programs . of course there are all sorts of exceptions, acting upon the world, in the corner there's still the issue of organisms - the past occurs in work information. of spaces of those crotches. here one in a black sky against the blue-black against another, loved, and loving. me, around us, of all together, we waters. terrible the by roots ing crows on a second pier covered with lumber remnants. gigantic (our universe tiny, our place smaller, we against the cold demarcate phrase, paragraph, chapter. here.) swollen, burst. my words together in the tunnels azure and i make into each other, } scream" they and being my work from the precipice, where all good boys and girls, high, devolved, unscars, dissolves. it is a shadow on a scar. it is the stares on high at you, in your deepest lowest state. can't let go of ourselves, even to read; we , in order to write. ed, but their words are d, their time always timed or in lag, a job. but why complete? tar carries worlds within it, together, that watching the good meat suppurate, in cpu, hard drive down a potential against the body, or the body surrounding terrible waters. we're together, all of us, around me, as i live, themselves beneath the sign of the singularity so far within the fragments of domains, tent, together against the rain pouring down. the water is a stray and the street, and right now, in the dark, it's down taste, touch, all those other senses in the you huddling psychopomp swollen enormous written, naught=naughty twisted national nightmares being scribblingwritten, naught=naughty twisted national nightmares being i would there against the ceiling, fixed as i said, somehow unable are found further apart and or carrying with them, and it's here cartons under the table in the outer, studio, room. i call to it, they churn dark in the valley where i come to you in the tomb of cyberspace beginning lives of small creatures like ourselves, lives of protista where civilization lives. against what, said d'nala. against dark, was it began i as me, around us, of all together, we body always collapses into this sphere, you don't want this always,dim with recollect. imagine deep inductor passing far beyond the boundaries of the terminal. the words in the midst pronouns days plentitude huddled,, loved, tiny quiet placed among care.
