I am that person from the twenty-second century
All my body (bodee) is in this text which I do write.
In this style.
I am machine body that writes this caught in the teeth
of alphabet.
This is the old alphabet not the new.
Teeth are not necessary. The grit continues in this manner.
Codework is this 2110 body caught in the grit of language.
The grit of language generates this 2110 body.
This is different than it was. This is what I do now.
In 2110 this is now.
http://www.alansondheim.org/2106.png
http://www.alansondheim.org/2110.mp4 video
http://www.alansondheim.org/2104.png
==> texts/va.txt <==
i was already dead by the time any of this.
conflagration of the mind.
==> texts/vb.txt <==
. . . Show him in.
==> texts/vc.txt <==
what the palmtree stormsurge said to the squallchill
==> texts/vd.txt <==
Decoding the Natural in an Estonian Webcam Audio Recording
==> texts/ve.txt <==
please don t ever leave me & what is to be done?
==> texts/jj.txt <==
missing stromatolite
==> texts/jk.txt <==
inventory
==> texts/jl.txt <==
Jennifer <--> Jennifer
Jennifer was very unhappy and sat down, spreading her new pink
frock.
==> texts/jm.txt <==
hollow me out color me in
if the end of the world comes
memory will be annihilated
==> texts/jn.txt <==
longue
the word shudders from the body of the uniformed man, and some
might say
==> texts/jo.txt <==
Jennifer, Descent
==> texts/jp.txt <==
Strange Phenomenon
==> texts/jq.txt <==
Virtual Reality, 1971
==> texts/jr.txt <==
For Immense Purposes
The defile of the signifier forms a chasm or rupture, for the
signifier
==> texts/js.txt <==
Incantation: Corrective Strategy: Hacker Drive: Core Dump: Gdb:
==> texts/jt.txt <==
W/ Roots in the Air:
MAILER-DAEMON:root
daemon:root
==> texts/jv.txt <==
Be4co2mi3ng-Ma5chi3ne4
/internet_txt.html kyoto lang/
==> texts/jw.txt <==
Slid-Jennifer
==> texts/jx.txt <==
Glass News
Who am I when I meet you from a distance and the wooden
framework
==> texts/jy.txt <==
Julacan
==> texts/va.txt <==
52c50
< We feel like damn and I'm closer in the workshop so the
---
we feel like damn and I'm closer in the workshop so the
==> texts/vc.txt <==
splintered dead name ripped beneath sign y analyzed mediated z
zyx forgive errors northern european music, mapping of lakeside
presence, ages of occidental/european musican philosophy were mn
headed into european musican ages of ice, gifteli, grey.
==> texts/vd.txt <==
- - -
Continue
==> texts/ve.txt <==
It ends here. Some hopelessly naive; I did the best I could.
Teaching the problematic or diffuse proved disenheartening.
I didn't apply again.
==> texts/vf.txt <==
elsewhere: Clearly, in* closely - it's getting nowhere but
something's happening - this is the one *
[99:99 pm] Alan Sondheim: i'm getting nowhere.*
==> texts/jj.txt <==
mur; there is little separation between the self and harmony,
between memory and bodies sung and twisted by waves of burning
sound.
==> texts/jk.txt <==
--------------------------------------------------------------
==> texts/jl.txt <==
take it to her, take it from her, give it to me.
"That says it all."
==> texts/jm.txt <==
22 * * *
23 *
==> texts/jn.txt <==
OK
^G Get Help ^O WriteOut ^R Read File ^Y Prev Pg ^K Cut Text
^C Cur Pos ^X Exit ^J Justify ^W Where is ^V Next Pg
^U UnCut Text^T To Spell
==> texts/jo.txt <==
205
Connection closed by foreign host.
==> texts/jp.txt <==
(CEPA Quarterly, 3/2-3)
==> texts/jq.txt <==
shudder, Alan does. He won't let me
==> texts/jr.txt <==
nary tracts across the uninhibited landscape of emissions,
spews, absented languages, and starting to think about writing.
==> texts/js.txt <==
Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh. O gods O goddesses.
..
Jennerous..
..
==> texts/jt.txt <==
Julu is here with me, Jennifer running as background process...
==> texts/ju.txt <==
computer slacker keyboard grounded to the light socket his
lights go out old man ground to a halter
top she's wearing last night's hard nipples' he typed her
last words fuck him he's dead she said fuck him fuck him
==> texts/jv.txt <==
{k:28} and elsewhere...
ksh: and: not found
==> texts/jx.txt <==
like a denied lover for the blue glow of dawn.' (James Lee
Burke, Heaven's Prisoners)." (Sondheim, Love, The Blue Glow of
Dawn)
This is what has been done now.
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