The Alan Sondheim Mail Archive

September 6, 2016

Rimbaud! And Verlaine! ! ! !

Rimbaud sits at a typewriter in their flat at Rue Monge, he's
working on the Tipsy Boat stuff, banging away! Verlaine can't
stand it, all that banging, he's feeling riotious and plays like
crazy! Outside a motorcar drones by and there's a wind up!
Verlaine says to Rimbaud, There's a wind up! That's riotious!
Rimbaud keeps plugging away on the T.B.! He think's it's really
something! Verlaine's drunk on absinthe and Rimbaud too but
Rimbaud's also drunk on cheap wine! Every stroke of the keys, V.
thinks, is just brilliant! He thinks every stroke is amazing
also! Rimbaud finds Verlaine a real nuisance and this is just
before the guns come out! The wind's howling! Verlaine's playing
a furious Normandy on the fiddle! Rimbaud's letting his juices
flow, he's tapping his feet, he's writing like crazy! Outside
you can hear a motorcar! Verlaine's getting tired! He's got to
keep going so Rimbaud can keep writing! Verlaine keeps Rimbaud's
juices flowing! He thinks Rimbaud's juices! Bang! Bang! Bang!!
Rimbaud's got to keep going! The motorcar's going by at a
furious speed! The typewriter's going at a furious speed!
Verlaine's spent! He's to to keep going! He plays s furious
fiddle Belgique!  Rimbaud's got to keep going! He's riotious! He
keeps going! On Rue Monge! Verlaine's there too!


(my father died five years ago today. four years ago, it was the
first anniversary of my father's death. now it could be five,
ten, twenty, a hundred years from now, millennia. now it could
be anything. it always could have been anything. i cannot speak
to him about this or other things. i can't make anything right.
i never could.)

returned fps -> -fps
returned rbg -> -rbg
returned +(x,y) -> -(x,y)
returned x(db) -> 1/x(db)
returned z(hz) -> 4z(hz)

approaching the irresolution of reversals and an early universe
the fundamental values of an early universe
the failure of falling failure of the falling body

_now_ it is stormy outside, the sky is not the sky
the ground is not the ground, The Wall is not the wall
in the early universe, The Wall is not the wall

there is no wail from the failure of the falling body

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