The Alan Sondheim Mail Archive

July 7, 2018


difficult work of murk sex, zero dimension plateaus

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foam-structures, bubble-structures, slime-mold spreading, wood-
nets, interconnectivities. I TURN MY PHONE OFF. the doctors are
at a loss: where are they now? the granularity of momentary
death. the NUANCE.the body's left in the dirt: it's like that,
mute, obdurate. it's the granularity of the real. WE BEAR NO
WITNESS TO THIS. how could we conceive?

for consider the null set, the set of zero dimensions. this is
critical. a point, nothing else. we imagine that POINT IN SPACE.
but there is no space, there is only this point. the point has
NO FEATURES. there is no metric. there is no dimensionality. of
this point it can be said: IT MIGHT AS WELL. and that is NOT the
locus of the plateau, of the body, of dirty, of the
phenomenology of dirt. that is NOT / KNOT.

it's dirty everywhere. it's dried everywhere. desires are messed
up, can't you tell?

there's no posture that works on a flat plain. that works
anywhere. that conceivably works. there's nothing to it. it's a
pock or a pucker. it's nothing more. i fall down into myself.
you should know what that's like. you should know something.

all sex is murk on the plateau. boundaries are flux-fluid.
boundaries melt categories, your object is my arrow; my arrow is
your object. there's an odor in the arena. the universe is
arena. riding the plateau of murk sex. should these words be
separated? it's a question of philosophy, of the categorization
of the body which is always already supine. the body falls out
from itself. what is inconceivable always occurs. everything
occurs. i will be back. i will be back for you.

dirty death, my cells fall from me. i'd have to be out of my
mind literally to believe anything would remain of the skein of
consciousness. it's lost in the dirt. there's a last word.
there's a last sight. & with that sight i cannot speak. & with
that sight i cannot hear. and the sight is not a site. the sight
is not citation. think of it as emptied, worn, exhausted. now
everything falls from me but i will remain.

shattered broken death now.

how can i write this? how can you read. everything collapses
into the subjunctive, if that were possible. everything smells =
chemical debris, lost, untethered, sightless, siteless, while
then - everything is on the way out.

i will join you as everything is gone. i can write this blindly.
i will join everything that wants me. i will join everyone that
wants me. the category loop back into murk sex. the plateau. the
collapse of the plateau. the limbs. the limbs of dust and odors.
the nowhere.

everything and nothing is dead. dirt is community, swallow on
the way to a return. MURK SEX: i offer my body to the dirt.
dirty, i offer my body to the dirt. splatter semiotics: I AM
UNDONE!

& there is no doing, neither this nor that, neti neti. what
appears choice disappears. this word keeps coming back to me:
VANQUISH. later i will walk by the river, i will walk by the
river, and comprehend [make an attempt -> to understand what had
occurred on the plateau. consider the bracketing of life a
demarcated switch: there's nothing poetic in that, no return to
the body: the body is left in the dirt.

neither murk sex nor murk sex. not both murk sex or murk sex. i
can only say: I WEAR OUT WITH THIS THOUGHT. I WEAR OUT WITH THE
THINKING OF THIS THOUGHT.

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zero dimensional spread, an attempt to ward off death:

Beginning the difficult work of erase-rebuild

foam-structures, bubble-structures, slime-mold spreading, wood-
nets, interconnectivities. I TURN MY PHONE OFF. doctors are at a
loss: where they now? granularity momentary death. NUANCE.the
body's left in dirt: it's like that, mute, obdurate. real. WE
BEAR NO WITNESS TO THIS. how could we conceive? 19:38:26 for
consider null set, set zero dimensions. this is critical. point,
nothing else. imagine that POINT IN SPACE. but there no space,
only point. point has FEATURES. metric. dimensiomality. it can
be said: IT MIGHT AS WELL. and NOT locus plateau, body, dirty,
phenomenology dirt. / KNOT. 19:40:28 armor

Working on sex tool bolted fieldwork

dirty everywhere. dried desires messed up, can't you tell?
19:21:39 there's posture works flat plain. anywhere. conceivably
works. to it. pock or pucker. more. i fall down into myself.
should know what that's like. something. 19:22:44 all murk
plateau. boundaries flux-fluid. melt categories, your object my
arrow; arrow object. an odor arena. universe riding plateau sex.
these words separated? question philosophy, categorization body
which always already supine. falls out from itself.
inconceivable occurs. everything will back. back you.
19:25:03 death, cells me. i'd have mind literally believe
anything would remain skein consciousness. lost last word.
sight. & with sight cannot speak. here. not site. citation.
think as emptied, worn, exhausted. now me remain. 19:27:05
shattered broken death now. write this? read. collapses
subjunctive, if were possible. smells = chemical debris, lost,
untethered, sightless, siteless, while then - way out. 19:28:26
join gone. blindly. wants everyone category loop collapse limbs.
limbs dust odors. nowhere. 19:29:43 dead. dirt community,
swallow return. MURK SEX: offer splatter semiotics: AM UNDONE!
19:34:40 doing, neither nor neti neti. appears choice
disappears. word keeps coming me: VANQUISH. later walk by river,
comprehend [make attempt understand had occurred bracketing life
demarcated switch: poetic return body: dirt. 19:37:23 both say:
WEAR OUT WITH THIS THOUGHT. THE THINKING OF 19:41:18

there 108c108 < dimensionality. metric. no can be of is of said:
said: this no it MIGHT ---
> dimensionality. metric. no can be of is of said: said: this no
it MIGHT

IT MIGHT.


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