The Alan Sondheim Mail Archive

June 15, 2018


*/dictation follies in a window facing a mourning dove/*

ship moulds
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*/none of the following is true in any literal sense/*

For Waking up and then Sinking Most likely I will die soon
Almost to send a year or so And how difficult this is for the
people in my life Or for any project I might want to begin . I
find myself On the outside Of the world always now Looking in
Watching other people as if I were some kind of fetus Just about
to transform into ash. The nightmares are always right on the
edge of the plate of existence. I can't get beyond the rim Which
exhausts may edit exhaust everyone around me. I can't understand
what my body is doing Or why parts of my body down to what I
want them to do as if they are already taking flight Beyond me.
in this way I am one of those hollowed men Who has no interior
Purchased watches In the greatest dispara possible Its own
disappearance Well everything around Seems to be retreating
Hello and clumsy speed. I don't know where to go with this When
I try to speak my teeth clamp down on language and the language
falters And disappears. It says if language refuses to obey me
Justice this dictation Tends to turn away from me in the
embarrassment and sorrow. It is true there is nothing to say
thought itself is a virus. Sauges itself is in the way of our
understanding of the world around us. We can't move without
ideology and our words stranglings us We can't walk down the
street without suddenly understanding everything is frail
Everything is frail and everything is suffering. and we
contribute to that period . I move within on teologi. I move
within Disappearance. It is a lip or a plate. I move Will send
language falling and faltering Nothing is ever sayable or being
said. Nothing is possible Except for the movement Are biomes The
movement Of the slurry of the world. It is hello and clumsy
speed . I wake up and I shudder and sink Is faltering is all
that exists This fluttering of language which takes me with it.
what what. I move within on teologi I move within on teologi.
This is something that you who are listening That you Who are
taking down this dictation Cannot understand . So that my words
return to strangle me. So that my words Are the last possession
I have. you may take everything else away from me. you may not
take my love my lover my friends. My friends remove themselves.
My friends disappear. Those who are still alive disappear.
Ideologi remains like an ugly crossed . ideology choks my
thought. I'm tired of abstraction . I'm tired of trying to get
beyond Words which are empty vessels carrying nothing useful or
true in this universe. The world is a world of ship molds The
world is a world of wind and Clipper ships. Live among them.
Crawl. Flaten yourself out. Disappear and carry your thought
with you. Disappear and carrier thought with you. Disappear and
carriger thought with you. Disappear and carry your thoughts
with you. Disappear and carry your thoughts with you. Disappear
and carrier thought with you. Disappear and carrier thought with
you.

I have You may take it nothing I would have I would have had I
will have. I will have had. I will have I will have I will have.
The edge of the plate Is already disappearing With whatever eyes
I can see . no longer is anything visible. The plate is broken
at the edges. The edges cut through thought. The edges cut
through the thinking of everything. The edges are cuts
themselves. the world cuts into the plate. The world cuts.

ship moulds
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there The verbs make themselves understood Through the language
of abstractions. There is always this chatter in the lines. The
charter is the chatter of death. The chatter seems as if it
would return to us. the chatter returns nothing. The plates are
always there . The sound of the world is the world of sound. I
sit here and watch my body fall apart. I sit here and watch my
mind collapse upon itself. I listen for the noise in the wires.
I listen for the noise in the wires. I listen for the road noise
in the wires. I listen for the noise in the wires. I listen for
periodic noise. I listen for periodic noise. I listen for
periodic noise. I listen for the energy of noise. I listen for
the energy of noise. I listen for the energy. I listen for the
energy of it all. I listen for all the energy in the world. I
listen for myself listening for all the energi. I listen for the
energy listening to me. I listen for the energy listening. I
listen for the energy listening. I listen for the energy
listening. D energi listening. is now the energy listening. is
now now I am dying. now the energi listening. is now. now I am
dying. Now I am dying. now I am dying for the energy listening.
is now for the noise underwires is now for the noise in the
wires is now for the aging of the wires is now for the aging of
the energy is now for the aging of the energy is now . Now is
the time of the aging of energy. Now is the time for the aging
of energy. Now is the time for the great clamp down. Now is the
time for the great clamp down block chain . Now is the time for
the great Clampdown block chain. Now is the time for the great
blockchain clampdown. now is the time for the great Block. now
is the time for the block. now is the time for the celebration
of the block. Now is the time for this oraciones of block clamp
down. Now is the time for the edge of the plate. Now is the time
for the edge of the plate. How is the edge of the plate How is
the edge of the plate serrated How does the world sirait the
place How is the world's a rating the plate How am I surviving
this oracion of the plate My mind is a serrated mind my hands
are serrated and my eyes are separated eyes my ears are serrated
ears my tongue is serrated tongue My shoulders are separated
shoulder My words are so rated word My thoughts are cereta
thought Everything breaks up with noise in the system The noise
in the system collapses Everything What was once a building is
now a slurry what was once a slurry is now a stain what was once
a stain Is now a rock What was once a rock is now the side of a
rock what was once a side is now a geometry. It was once a
geometry. Is now A side of rock . All noise is noise in and out
Of something that is not a system Jeff powersite does not
breakthrough The conduit the parasite Doesn't break through the
connection . the parasite is the connection. the power side is
one side of the connection. and the power site is the other side
of the connection. The power site is the power site. Parasyte
PARASITE Parasite The power site is the parasite Yes. The power
site is the parasite yes. My mind is a stain . My mind is a
block chende. My mind is a block CHAINED. Dictation is not fully
supported In this application Dictation is not fully supported
in this application I disappear in this stain And my language
falls through me Like a conduit Or like a chain Which no longer
has identical Units in terms of size or capacity . ............
Over. it is sad this leaks from my body Over. it is sad this
leaks from my body Of APERIOD it is said this weeks from my body
it is said this leaks from my body . the conduit . it is said
this leaks from my body . the conduit . the conduit . the
conduit. the conduit . the conduit.

Perhaps now I can readily die . Perhaps now this will make some
sense to you. Think of it as a music you didn't listen to Think
of it as the text I didn't write . Think of that think of those
Think of them Think of that Think of the Think of thought Think
of that with us Think of the's Think of thus with us Think of th
US with us . Think of thought Think of th US with the's . I
cannot right The syllogism in this space . dictation buries my
thought . dictation buries. thought. dictation buries these
thoughts . the period. the period which i have . the dictation.
the period which returns the day. the week. the month. the
period which comes once. at the end of the sentence. at the
sentence of death. at the death . at the soon . the soon .

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