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From: Alan Sondheim <sondheim@panix.com>
To: Cyb <cybermind@listserv.wvu.edu>, Wryting-L <WRYTING-L@listserv.wvu.edu>
Subject: I can't think anymore, I have nothing to say, I'm coming upempty,
I can't do anything.
Date: Thu, 22 Feb 2018 00:29:01 -0500 (EST)
I can't think anymore, I have nothing to say, I'm coming up empty, I can't do anything. http://www.alansondheim.org/comingupempty1.png http://www.alansondheim.org/comingupempty.mp4 http://www.alansondheim.org/comingupempty2.png http://www.alansondheim.org/comingupempty3.png empty * nothing texts* zero * zero * nothing at all* coming up empty* absolutely nothing* absolutely zero* no more* can't think* can't think* no more* just coming up empty* brain fog* can't think at all* can't think any more* absolutely nothing at all* nothing anymore* not a thing* exhausted* worn out* nothing to say* coming up empty* that's it* that's it* grep -h "empty" texts/*.txt | head -5 >> zz* emptied, emptying, always a limit-point - then fissuring, infolding,* ble by me, namely the will, the empty will, of another. As a positive* the empty atmospherics wail on Phaedra* empty space, _spaced_ in fact, neutrinos streaming through its transpare* I have images of the Khan, painted hordes, stealth, spoor. I empty Man * nothing; as in classical existentialism, one projects forward in the face* of nothingness (as if nothing were itself an alterity); * Socrates was the first user. Voices are heard, and voices are nothing but * The user has nothing to do with the internet; the user is of no * recognizes no gender; the machine recognizes nothing. The machine * dizzy and uncomfortable, trad ukulele playing @ ground zero* subject who may remain impervious, the degree zero of phenomenology. * remains: ground zero * nothing at all remains. * Again, the analog is nothing at all, even a structure within the * itself, sutures over, and the listener may be aware of nothing at all. * i meditate upon nothing at all * the message search for ide devices and coming up empty. so the machine is* left, the message search for ide devices and coming up empty * a talk about net-sex coming up empty - embodiment that keeps* coming up empty. But the ghost-in-the-machine, the uncanny two * of them witnessing the monster coming up empty in their midst, * with a kiss, with tears, with signs of joy, means absolutely nothing; it* "It's July 13 going on July 14 2007. Today I did absolutely nothing. I * absolutely nothing.* dusk. 'Beyond' means absolutely nothing; time is indicated only by the* there's no more belonging. Nothing belongs if there's no belonging. * No apparent reason for the three generations, no more no less at the * say no more of mervailes that are there, so that other men that go * that remains present and presences, no more and no less. * bottle with no more inaccessible interior. Here, I place my "whine" as* through by love, on fire, flamed; when I'm aroused I can't think straight* to see you; i can't think * shit, piss, and cum, mixing with the lag killed it. i can't think anymore.* Lag killed it. I can't think anymore. Time zero is time smeared. * I can't think of anyone worse to run the country.* I read all the comments on the book, from Amazon. I can't think * sperm, i cannot populate the world, i can't think of anything to * because the _numbed_ can't think. Hello, now I am Susan thinking for * For a moment I can't think. My mind goes blind. I don't see in words* move smoothly through SL, it's no more difficult than learning a sport or * furiously, once again, and then no more.* back no more than five months, but it is present in quick-time fast-for * see as no more than wide-spread collaboration. On the other hand, Web* there's no more belonging. Nothing belongs* for five weeks; I'm in a permanent brain fog, exhausted, dizzy, * think of them - yes, again, think, through this brain fog, think * the mind fog, brain fog, itself, the _vision of utmost clarity,_ * permanent brain fog, exhausted, dizzy, stumbling wondering * for five weeks; I'm in a permanent brain fog, exhausted, dizzy, * Alan Dojoji: you can't think at all* When Jennifer wills Alan alive so that Jennifer can't think any more. When* When it is not collectible, not a thing, virtual or otherwise, it is not * not a thing to me, but you are not communicating any more than a thing, an * Rewriting Marx via Lukacs: "A commodity is therefore not a thing at all. * remain turbulent, heated; exhausted information continues to traverse the * cluttering; spew is always clutter, always exhausted. If emission is the * looking down:your mouth opens and closes, a fish suffocating, exhausted* gets used to on-line clarity, exhausted and nervous when it disappears * ten. There were events whose oral histories exhausted themselves. * Finally, participants and administrators themselves tire. I'm worn out * Dallas; as far as I know, they still have it, almost worn out... I * intensity, hysteria, exhaustion, sexuality. I'm worn out, wear people out. * colors and directions of societies worldwide, has nothing to say concern- * Riot girls have nothing to say to me.* I have nothing to say to riot girls.* listen when there's nothing to say and it's all reported and there's too* There is everything and nothing to say. On one hand, every conceivable* screen, coming up empty against the creases of my body, the * _tattered notes_ and white pointy flowers coming up empty thru * "coming up empty" as if uncalled for - ah, i can see character/s * tests and sleep clinic coming up empty, already had xrays and I * coming up empty midst, offerings culture! moving! beginning; * She said new work is necessary, that's it's important to use every device* quarrel with my bookseller, that's it* it is this speed, like the speed of the rave: that's it, exactly!* She said new work is necessary, that's it's important to use every device* totality, return of quasi-objects, broken truths (that's it, broken * comes, I think that's it, I'll kill myself! Reinforcements. It * Tim, that's it, Timothy!* & taking the diving-board into oblivion - that's it - that's the way to* sponse to the construct of essence defining existence. And that's it!* That's it in the French Resistance, that's it elsewhere: Clearly, in* closely - it's getting nowhere but something's happening - this is the one * [99:99 pm] Alan Sondheim: i'm getting nowhere.*