Message-ID: <alpine.NEB.2.20.1611271438140.17240@panix3.panix.com>
From: Alan Sondheim <sondheim@panix.com>
To: Cyb <cybermind@listserv.wvu.edu>, Wryting-L <WRYTING-L@listserv.wvu.edu>
Subject: bloodriver amanuensis
Date: Sun, 27 Nov 2016 14:40:33 -0500 (EST)
bloodriver amanuensis http://www.alansondheim.org/bloodriver2.jpg http://www.alansondheim.org/bloodriver3.jpg the wound of 2 transliterated into the normative illumination of 3; the environment pales in comparison. it's all driven by the apparatus of a stopped video load; the central timing wheel is stilled as a result perhaps of a rupture somewhere along the way. the bloodflow parts and churns and is buried in the inverse rectitude of 3. the images resonate with the original bloodriver video as well as its cover image, bloodriver.jpg. bloodriver is also bloo-driver, the driven blue of the ocean churned to death. death inverts. the illumination of death inverts death. this is progressive reportage which is never fulfilled, always incomplete; we like to believe the text is just around the corner, but nothing ever returns, or returns in the same form. we give credence to blood as sign, but it is never sign, always empty; we inflate emptiness to the level of the sign. we call this transmission or a text. the text dissolves in the blood, the blood dissolves, the world dries, cauterizes. we will not be around for a final reading, nor any such asymptotic. dissolution of the blood empties. the planet empties. the timing wheel means nothing. it is a panic symptom, panic syndrome. the only thing that returns, turns, is the image. someone asked me about my books today, whether there are any new ones. there aren't any. do not salvage these texts; the inevitable, as one is wont to say, is inevitable. they have always already disappeared. nothing writes them. the blood is mine. the blood is mined, no salvage.