The Alan Sondheim Mail Archive

poem of important times

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death and time's death
every symbol tends towards awkward breath
hiding from the universe and death
my breath was dying breath
of the world until: one's death
the speech which rides the breath
snuggled, the world calmed for just a moment, death
space, shift, cave, slide, breath
forgetting birth and on the way to death
darling give me your last breath
balance of life and death
she said when i die because i'm afraid of death
the real challenge to breath
bone-time: our time, the time of death
you're stumbling and faltering and losing your breath
every moment rushing towards her death
the beauty of our all our slow slow dying breath
our male likes death
so it's early i don't know how to breath
there are no dealings with death
my breath
you don't see the hands of death
every symbol tends towards awkward breath
there are no cards of death
and promises one last breath
it's morning too early to get up or deal with death
my breath
two mothers, to death
darling give me your last breath
one son, to death
my breath was dying breath
every moment rushing towards her death
days breath
and all dichotomies of war and peace and life and death
breath
every body harbored the scent of death
i am waiting for your breath
snuggled, the world calmed for just a moment, death
my breath
o i am surrounded by death
telling among the rocks of this rare earth
infinitely death
deleted from the face of the earth
depression is already death
this very night on earth
i wanted to almost from birth
i lived inside my death
this is the air, and this the earth
everything come up like birth
afterwards you were put off the scent of death
death never stops for breath
stone in stone and earth in earth
then human slaughter - beginning first with birth
in the sky, there were those in the sky on the earth
hiding from the universe and death
the kiss the touch of life and breath
sorrowful the intervention of death
sorrowful the finality, how i claw at birth
and here are the wages of earth
and shudders, stops, and then give birth
you lean against glass and hear the flesh of the earth
yea, though i say death i see death
then human slaughter - beginning first with birth
soon i will disappear from this our lovely earth
though i see death i shall not see death
you can smell me on it, birth
there are no dealings with death
this is _dance_ on deadly earth
cloudsbirth the cloudsbirth
you don't see the hands of death
if it is turbid it is earth
it's morning too early to get up or deal with death
and we're living in an afterbirth
and we're living in an afterdeath
forgetting birth and on the way to birth
there are no cards of death
transcendent birth
fatal redundancy of all life on earth
nothing memorable comes from death
and words and worlds collapse on earth
you gave them that you gave the gift of birth
in the specter of death and the sword of death
there is no emptiness in massive death
into the fabric of the virtual earth
filter of exhaustion near death
i wanted earth almost from birth
electrical fury and death
o transcendent birth
every moment rushing towards her death
every moment rushing towards her birth
and up in the sky another earth
o i am surrounded by death
and  i am surrounded by death
when i could see the filthy earth
placenta chromosome chromosome birth my my my birth
f false b breathing w woodwind s spirit e earth
if it is turbid it is earth
if it is turbid it is breath
earth
earth
when i'm wet, you can smell me on it, birth
when i'm wet, you can smell me on it, earth
when i'm wet, you can smell me on it, death
when i'm wet, you can smell me on it, breath




http://www.alansondheim.org/bdeb.mp4 poor film
http://www.alansondheim.org/bdeb1.png  poor slide