Monday, June 18, 2012

extending the techniques


Alan Sondheim

3:39 AM  -  Limited
Alan Sondheim
Alan Sondheim
[ Wrote 19 lines ]

k6% more zz


extending the techniques


http://lounge.espdisk.com/archives/845

http://espdisk.com/alansondheim/knowing1.mp3
http://espdisk.com/alansondheim/knowing3.mp3
http://espdisk.com/alansondheim/knowing4.mp3
http://espdisk.com/alansondheim/knowing5.mp3
http://espdisk.com/alansondheim/knowing6.mp3

well, extended violin with the same songs, trying out
double-stopping with wide gaps, harmonics, bow bounce,
all the things you know but I don't, but maybe they
work here, the second to lastlast solo violin, the
last at work with a difficult song we do rarely, the
others, well they are fine -
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Sunday, June 17, 2012

distillation of pain




 distillation of pain


on good days
i dream of hitler youth and grey soviet masses
nameless american troops everywhere people marching
jagged assyrian warriors batak sacrifices
everyone known is deeply wrecking
salvage dams holding back debris
walking in collapsed buildings furious suicides
drownings, medicated deaths
police-tape barriers, artifice,s destruction
those names, ash, broken mouths, screams
everything going under
this crime won't be solved

why can't sleep
begin by thinking about being very old, a thing, continue
where lump or pain becomes something else, body turns its course against
me, that division. that night from which no awakening, remains
unimaginable. break with the daughter of my family.

who were dear simply order psychically survive. leads post-traumatic
stress syndrome, obdurate

circulation memories become permanent part psychic landscape: trip over.
after death they're meaningless, just what saves us, jennifer asks, shall
we survive, can turn, our future, you see when die, you, species, has
history gone, happens dust, molecules, atoms, forms, records, data,
speech, recordings preservation prions viruses, phages bacteria,
parasites, sun planets lives, whom speaking, mind without service god,
demons minds dissolve, corrode, decay, corrupt, longer hear your answers,
ourselves, memory mother her book father his fire, these are gone sound
mercury light switch luminous glow afternoon mighty trees moon there,
murmurs planetary nebula, plasma disappears disappears, eyes it, ears
among us oh keep their promises always based forfeitures, asks jennifer,
be, turn me around, provide loving canopy soft nestlings presence friends
all times places, hold within world living, nurture nourish feed clothe
ah, am done for, says already half two-thirds three-quarters cries m
conversation

-----------------------------
----------------------------- therefore should come together
between two bodies separated serrated division, vertebra one
other. logging-out, collapse backbone,
melting melding as it begins disappear.the body's

not here either, square, playing-field, holding-pen.the stream i's, eyes,
appear if were, but imminent, momentary, for minute.drying, other words
stain residue, say drying, drying-out.in words, you're saying red year
5000, birthday falls monday, won't around. somehow, makes unutterably sad,
weeping. span so short, that, this, concrete instance, tears through me.
make sure, past 2020...

. eye, julu, nikuko travis, honey alan, accompany organs, bones, flesh
fallen side road is, reality, plain, open every direction, neither nor
indicating anywhere, any thing. little band characters process
dissolution. stories audience, audience audience. speaks smashed mouths,
writes fingers, sees other, dreams hears way. ultimate writing because
urgent. goes nowhere go. destinations fall off map disappeared. death, gem
outlives decay pion, bringing misery wake. less time tell stories. did was
any: 'my most important medium.' nothing else speaks. write an unknown
tongue. enormity figures... hard convey virtual worlds... don't take word
it... check out, you'll see... sense them looking down at you...
guardians... working benefit... whether like not... doesn't matter...
night... into pieces reassembling... swallow

whole... big universe... least i'll more, i'm
breathing...
remembered poor out
could think wandered
somewhere link faltered hindered
cauterized throat thought throughout
semblance fraught alone
meandering mourned rooms dark fallow
plummeting faces skewed sallow
hollowed mounds earth burning bone
hallowed they sutured hands haunting loomed muffled clutched voices
senseless seamless depressed humbled choices
dense thatched strands stranding embracing fears
buried borne lost thrown
sounds human ghosts own
avatar / wounded space real closed others agree witness horror
born into, didn't ask shuddering
time, uniqueness catch-basin nerves ruptured world,
step line, clean, clarify, suck clean proper body, stuttering space, smear
basket torn pieces, screaming
than own,
post

abstract animated maquette
holes another crimped, collapsed, coagulated
crash crumble destiny
it's puckered slosh pure gifts there's happiness exchange
grief speak chatter
communities history's left behind
monotony... echo hollow
letter lies sleeping
now cold dissolve worlds
get stuck life yearn return held skin seasons
cannot move made layers pain, back, small models splayed abstracted
avatars fleeing radio antique equipment
lean glass photographs child doomed things
listen too

images dead soldiers anything books martyrs tortures torments read covers
telling future lament oozes beings forth gather die escape powered escapes
o doom martyrologies deaf call survive murmur yearning returning stick
lives thing reading comes swaying swings dying sways steal play long
succeed alanprint objects pained desire charred excavated (bleak culture
slaughter) darkness says 'truth screen, killed, spike throats beauty-smoke
kyushu honshu incense kamogami smoke, pens pencils, languages? fucked
blank?' lips hardly move, forced comfort, comfort now, moment, remember
love? alan want die. try head. bones old. lead. existence sex not; starts
inside

inside
julu +++
some legs
raw tissue blood leaking
joints troubling hanging
flags fish holiday
carved stripped meat dancing ecstatic someone
knew isthisit, sexuality damned
sexual maps taps saps revolves
merrily, happy, burrowed revolutions
buried, coming singing longing, then
leaving, leaving certainly aren't arousing shattering woundatar
forgotten deadatar, anytime soon?

aesthetics occurs flatness never curls inward towards body: unless
fundamental identification work. sort futurism responsible mac apple,
sliver cuts flesh, acceptable, false topologies, topographies destroyed
villages, mutilated faces. same: many deaths, deaths. clear: notes of
labor purposed, slowing scraping trying think, what? damage cause caused.

ravage
that:
ravaged.
must stop.
murdered.
work sound, fury.
visible been killed.
them.
even keeps yammering, yakking away
much alive
somebody gave birth. the monster.
ever shut up
stench offensive

idiotic poverty thumping surface gives way, only limited compliance, while
wants slither, projections fantasies, holographic universes edges surface,
consider same way bangu, drum, center harshness occurs, skin, outside drum
altogether go elsewhere, so, moving while, reveals itself, does poverty,
idiotic, null signifiers token, dissolution proton, substance, moves
embrace, catch catapult oneself, corral, image imaginary appears curvature
meanders form, embraces subject, brings hir enunciation [i'm growing
increasingly stupid. bang head tired animations blurs. inhabit flat cut
paper. stalks thinking: forget new monster appear, obscene _enunciation._]

what's run below substance. drive italics, edge them, and
such again flay first kill maw ruin : stops nevermore loves
please...nevermore. smile chains seem one, around eleven, crying
'nevermore universe, one.' before coming, cessation pain.with cessation.

< deathwe sipping grease > achieved.
1, dead.
0, any, cicatrix
'the cultural ecology bourdieu would cicatrix'

covering simultaneously informs abject. variegated tattooed choice
produces laundering beneath. healing scar balanced. collocation scars.
beneath organism on. returns re-use. choose file: file chosen. upload:
upload. here died 4:55 afternoon, sept. 6. i've -

performances discomfiture dragging 'real' across 'virtual,' and
tearing both.

Wednesday, June 13, 2012

Music for Our 11th Wedding Anniversary


Music for Our 11th Wedding Anniversary

http://lounge.espdisk.com/archives/842 (best listening)

Today is Azure's and my 11th wedding anniversary!
So we keep working with voice and the old sarangi, which now
has four strings tuned somewhat like the sindhi sarangi. We
might be able to use it for the Electronic Literature Conf.
in West Virginia, but it's hard to see how we'll get the
instrument down. In any case, we quite like anniv3 and
anniv4 is a ukulele solo in celebration and joy at our being
together for almost thirteen years! Love, Alan and Azure

http://espdisk.com/alansondheim/anniv1.mp3
http://espdisk.com/alansondheim/anniv2.mp3
http://espdisk.com/alansondheim/anniv3.mp3
http://espdisk.com/alansondheim/anniv4.mp3

Looking Easier Than Reading



Looking Easier Than Reading

The physicality of the anomaly always asserts itself, even down the
hierarchy of protocol layers. Google is everywhere, tabulating these and
others; sometimes the real takes over when processing slows and crashes; I
had one such crash during the making of the image. But the obdurate is
there, among the remnants of sex, which are not there, and death, which
is: that is the only equation, and one that persists in existing until
life is eradicated. We can't place our bets because there will be no one
to collect. Many such images as these are on many such planets, however
ephemeral; even Mars has its markings. If a tree falls, it falls, and it's
gone, just as the sound is gone. These gasped at zero to forty miles an
hour and the next time the configuration will be different, as it already
is, fading, history is fading. The truth, Badiou, is that books don't live
forever, and Google's privacy is a sham. Anyone can burrow the database
from within; we all live in tunnels beneath the firewalls where there is
nothing done, nothing to be done. A friend of mine constantly takes notes
to use against people. Badiou takes notes to how how the world's held, but
the world's held up by philosophy in both senses of the phrase, just not
in the physical. It's on the way out. We're on the way out, we're already
"that class," as my grade school teacher said, implying we'd live forever
in infamy. She's dead now, everything in the world is different and
sattered, shattering. If you're born in the middle of it, you die in the
middle of it. We're just desperate to keep alive, we dream of sex and
fantasy, in the imaginary, die, in the real, and grovel in surplus in the
symbolic. These images are tombstone, graves, they're beneath the ground,
on the bridge they're struggling. I do philosophy this way because it's
easier to read.

http://www.alansondheim.org/sub1.jpg
http://www.alansondheim.org/sub2.jpg
http://www.alansondheim.org/sub3.jpg
http://www.alansondheim.org/sub4.jpg
http://www.alansondheim.org/sub5.jpg
http://www.alansondheim.org/sub6.jpg
http://www.alansondheim.org/sub7.jpg

Tuesday, June 12, 2012

Fall


Alan Sondheim

6:44 PM  -  Limited
Fall


http://www.alansondheim.org/firrrry.mp4

We are all in gravity.

I should learn to "hang in there" but there's no place
to put the gallows.

If I tell a joke, I've already made a rigid structure
for the poles.

There's nothing funny about death and I always feel
close enough to it that I'm temped to write a joke.

It's raining out and the water, aided by gravity, makes
sure the bodies get wet.

Chills set in, pneumonia, you know the rest.

http://www.alansondheim.org/firry.mov probably broken, dead.
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BURIED Apparitions



BURIED Apparitions


http://www.alansondheim.org/ukuu0.mp3 w/ Azure, "buried" song
http://www.alansondheim.org/ukuu1.mp3 solo uke


MARRIAGE TO LANGUAGE (words/music by Azurefrom words by Alan)


All my writing
Is an invitation
For you to come closer

I do not know
Who you are
Nor will I know
When you come closer

When you come closer
I will not know you
When you come closer
You must heal me

All my writing
Is a desperate cry for healing

I will know you
When you heal me
I will know you
When you touch me

I will know you
When you hold me
You will know me
When I  know you

All my singing
Is an invitation
For you to love me

I do not know
Who you are
Nor will I know you
When you love me

When you love me
I will not know you
When you love me
You must touch me

All my singing
Is a desperate cry for touching

I will know you
When you heal me
I will know you
When you touch me

I will know you
When you hold me
You will know me
When I  know you

All my talking
Is an invitation
For you to raise me

I do not know
Who you are
Nor will I know you
When you raise me

When you raise me
I will not know you
When you raise me
You must hold me

All my talking
Is a desperate cry for holding

I will know you
When you heal me
I will know you
When you touch me

I will know you
When you hold me
You will know me
When I  know you

I will know you
I will know you
I will know you
When I know you

Monday, June 11, 2012