The Alan Sondheim Mail Archive

December 21, 2017


washington d.c. pothole swirl circulations

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the pothole on the midnight track, the con / text forgotten, and
everywhere created by glacial waters, picking away at universal
form

these are forms in very hard rock & here we are now in hardcoal
pennsylvania & next door to us is a crazed truck driver with what
sounds like a kill-dog growling and barking its head off and
banging into things we know not what, so if by chance we
disappear for a few days assume we're dead and thrown out
somewhere on a highway in wilkes-barre, not a place i'd wish on
anyone but i grew up here. there's no more to this story but the
rocks have been ground down slowly over millions of years by
water sighing and sloshing and that gives me some perspective on
the killing, of which we might be the victim. will be back to
standard work and time in two days, fantastic amazing codework
and unbelievable theory and virtual world craziness, our trip
almost over, not another for at least two weeks. we're in
heavy-duty trump territory now, despairing coal-country pathos
still laying heavy over the place.

think of this as a thoughtless piece, place-holder, and of the
length of a few kalpa for that and any other exotic matters.

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