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From: Alan Sondheim <sondheim@panix.com>
To: Cyb <cybermind@listserv.wvu.edu>, Wryting-L <WRYTING-L@listserv.wvu.edu>
Subject: */dictation follies in a window facing a mourning dove/*
Date: Fri, 15 Jun 2018 22:28:09 -0400 (EDT)
*/dictation follies in a window facing a mourning dove/* ship moulds http://www.alansondheim.org/main12.jpg http://www.alansondheim.org/main08.jpg */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. 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The verbs are always 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 . +++