death

for Carol Novack

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

I was working on this, shot with Foofwa d'Imobilite at Eyebeam,
when I heard the news that Carol Novack had died. for many of us,
this was unexpected and awful, as if the year couldn't end
without just one more tragedy. Foofwa and I had talked about our
work together, earlier, about issues of pain, wounding, death;
I think this piece, made at the time, is all I could do, I speak
through image and sound, these words already lost, resting in
peace

thank you Foofwa and Jamie and Jackson at Eyebeam

 
People: Alan Sondheim
Tags: death

my writing of infinite depth
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my writing is my most important medium. it lacks the seduction of image
and sound, of performance and the smell of bodies; it lacks the arousal
accompanying the dreams or deliriums of the residue of flesh. instead,
there is always a substitution: that of the body flailing behind the
horse-drawn cart, bouncing from field to field, until not even the bones
are left, just the broken skein of tissues that once harbored thought.
it's here in this delirium that thought is born, out of exigency, out of
urgency, before its disappearance into the lost furniture of the world.
but it's where depth occurs in my work; nowhere else are wonder and beauty

 

[image from Mark Skwarek AR from my maquette]

just a little bit farther

 

Pompeii (the proper name, pompeii)

(virtual world work, philosophy, memory, sign)

video / thesis / name of the face

http://www.alansondheim.org/pompeii.mp4
the face/body reconstitutes itself, dragging hermeneutics with it.
nothing remains but the rewryte of memory, continuous.
face/body neither dead nor alive, axed or picked or nubbed.
one hundred meters minimum, holding avatar by choreography,
or the gravitational pull of dance and tensor calculus.
because it generates from nothing, proceeds from annihilation,
unerased from previous aeons, themselves under erasure.
what human can never know, extent of space and time.
all bridges are broken to this image-land land-image,
which seems to insist on the human in the midst of substance.

image / thesis

 

ear smarks

http://www.alansondheim.org/earsmarks.jpg

a 'smark' is a 'smeared mark' generally made by an ear or forehead
placed against a plate-glass gallery window; it is produced when
(on the occasion of) a subject attempts to listen or view the
sounds or sights within. numerous smarks create a layered smear-
domain_ which is an apparatus for the transmission of bacterial or
viral agents between viewers and / or listeners. the result is an
extremely simple means of epidemic creation, which may be summarized
as the lure-share technique. in other words, come see and hear my
beautiful gift to you - an amazing delight - a delicacy - and catch
the deadly migraine-flu!

 

what i remembered when it was so poor out

http://www.alansondheim.org/memmory.mp3

what i remembered when it was so poor out
i could not think and my body wandered
somewhere a link faltered and hindered
and cauterized my throat and thought throughout

there was no semblance or semblance fraught alone
meandering murmurs mourned rooms dark and fallow
in plummeting bodies and faces skewed and sallow
and hollowed among mounds of earth and burning bone

hallowed they were in sutured hands and ears
haunting loomed and muffled clutched at voices
senseless and seamless depressed of humbled choices
and dense thatched strands stranding and embracing fears

memory what i remembered buried borne and lost and thrown
among sounds of human ghosts but not their own

 
People: Alan Sondheim
Research: Sound
Tags: memory, mourning, Life, death, ghosts, noh
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