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[Alan Sondheim]

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@ http://nikuko.blogspot.com

various new work also @ http://www.asondheim.org/

THEORY is not far behind... I have a show (with Leslie Thornton, Foofwa
d'Imobilite, Azure Carter) opening in Los Angeles in six weeks, god I'm
unprepared, such a huge space, no idea what to do about it! We've got
projections everywhere but linking quicktime to play on alien hardware?
Nothing fits like a bad dance. Images pour out of my mouth. I want to
write so badly! Last night I dreamed of a chalk-white body-flesh built
into a wall, no wait, it was a wall! I was scratching thin lines in blue
and red on it! Wait, the lines were through something, a thin layer like
eggshell, the wall was behind, it wasn't eggshell. I began to think, in
twelve years I'll be seventy-five! I haven't done anything! Nothing
worthwhile! What will become of Azure? Of our world which is rich beyond
anything I could have imagined! Today for example I found Confessions of a
Magnetist by Alphonse Teste in German, translated from the French, around
1840. Truly remarkable! There's an illustration, I'll photograph it, a
young woman laying back, not supine, no, in a chair, salon environs, there
is a small audience. Precursors of Svengali and Trilby! But this man isn't
Jewish, there's none of that taint as far as I can see. No, this was
novelty at the time! Unusual! He could have his way with her, I'm sure!
But there are too many people around! I'll treasure the image forever!
I'll put it in the show! Scopophilic avatars, no wait! Scopophilics
scoping out avatars! Scoping and feeling avatars! Supine! Neurasthenic!
Hungering! Hungry ghosts prowling limbs of young women! Young men! Horses!
(Read descriptions!) Me? I can only mold them, limbs, breasts, penises,
vaginas, arms, legs, torsos, did I say heads? There are lips, eyes, I can
make them hungry! Hungered! Haughty, but not for long! I'll devour them,
remodel them! They're mine, mine! On the altar of all that is Holy, they
are mine!