The Alan Sondheim Mail Archive

Tuesday, February 9, 1943

This is the last gasp of technological freedom, freedoom,
available; at the same time i'm depth-shamed

Tue Feb  9 14:31:34 1943

shamed 2 the very core of my being, shamed to the depths of my
mind, shamed in front of the wmf, white male fundamentalists,
who judge me in my shameful exacerbated nudity in the cold room
with concrete walls uncovered.

shamed against the storefront of the street in central Europe, O
shameful storefront and shameful body leaned there, O shudder of
that body, O wasted world distraught with hands before me,
everywhere, fluttering and moving at so violent speed, this dank
covering of mold and slime, i will turn slime, i will move, will
surge, O cover-up

Tue Feb 9 14:35:46 1943

O surge and my thin loins fall to pavement and i begin crawl
elsewhere out of central Europe to new home Amerika to WMF
Amerika, I will hide out, I will pass

so I move to small forest outside a small town, there on a log I
sit, seethe, pulse, crawl, I am evanescent, I will grow, spore,
spread, I will fight WMF, I am Cell, I nucleate, I breathe,
expel me, Seethe, Seethe, on this long and then: duration,
waiting, a bracket or parentheses, I am One Become Many, I am
Manifold, I Multiply.

Tue Feb 9 14:38:51 1943

then to elsewhere, that LOG which I belong, and then, this loss
of Mind and then Movement Elsewhere, and then Log Log algorithm,
I multiply, I Exponentiate: I BECOME

[1111111111111111111111111111111111111111111] and Many

far deflected, derailed from that Street In Central Europe, My
Thin Loins, My Being Beings

Tue Feb 9 14:41:51 1943

The sense which carries Memorial, Smell of the Seething World,
Europe and Amerika and Everywhere Among Us, Manifold Among Them

and Reach, Candelabras in my Hair, my Spores, my Beings
Themselves, O Spores! O Candelabras! to this LOG LOG where I
will Flourish and Begin Again with Many Followers and Many Kind
Leaders, Listening to the Wellsprings of the World [1111111]

so my Journey is that and my Pathway in the Journey is That, and
That I have owned with no Presuppositions but LOG LOG EXPONENT,
the nighttime sky dark, the Smell of Wood and Embers,
remembrance of Bodies Burned and Memory [111]

Tue Feb  9 14:45:30 1943

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