The Alan Sondheim Mail Archive

June 28, 2018

the closeness of catatonic mourning

This is the closeness of your other

Thu Jun 28 14:56:44 EDT 2018

sometimes we climb on top of ourselves. we continue to see
nothing. to the left and right of us, the sea. revolution dreams
us. of that there is a deep and intense blue. we forget the
direction of what we are writing and seeing now. of what we are
seeing and hearing now. of what we are hearing and tasting now.
of what we are tasting and touching now.
Thu Jun 28 15:01:59 EDT 2018

the now, which is our presence. the now, it silences us. this is
the text of mourning. mourning becomes us. mourning becomes
Thu Jun 28 15:02:35 EDT 2018

This is the distance of your new Clar
Thu Jun 28 14:56:44 EDT 2018

dog truth we sit there and stick our noses in it.
Thu Jun 28 14:57:01 EDT 2018

our noses absorb this and every other landscape.
Thu Jun 28 14:57:16 EDT 2018

we swallow ourselves in our stupid grief. we think of wearing
trousers. we think trousers are very old.
Thu Jun 28 14:57:43 EDT 2018

then we sit in silence. we are ill. we are ill with the world.
we are not of it.
Thu Jun 28 14:58:02 EDT 2018

beyond that, almost nothing to say: "we are of it." we are
molds. we are moulds for ourselves. our ships sink on our rocky
Thu Jun 28 14:58:39 EDT 2018

our ships sink with us on board. we are ships and we see people
on top of us. some of them are inside us as well. nothing goes
farther or less far.
Thu Jun 28 14:59:17 EDT 2018

the sea engulfs us. we are waiting for our illness to strike.
the last illness = the striking of death or the striking out of
one or another letter.
Thu Jun 28 15:00:14 EDT 2018

now we are on the sands. we see sea urchins in rock pools. in
rock pools we see mussels. mussels close up in our vicinity. our
vicinity is the vicinity of silence and death. it is colored a
miasma of black and red. we dream revolution.
Thu Jun 28 15:01:20 EDT 2018

mourning becomes electric. the bytes of it, the electric. the
quantum. the quantum computation which blurs itself into
accuracy. we can almost taste it. we sit in silence.
Thu Jun 28 15:03:15 EDT 2018

Thu Jun 28 15:03:16 EDT 2018

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