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Why I can't sleep

I begin by thinking about my being a very old man; I continue by thinking
each day might be the day where a lump or pain becomes something else,
where the body turns its course against me, and that day will be a day of
division. Or perhaps there will be a night from which there is no
awakening, and this remains deeply unimaginable. I continue by thinking
about my family relationships, how I have to permanently sever ties with
people who were dear to me, simply in order to psychically survive. This
leads to a recent article on post-traumatic stress syndrome, the obdurate
circulation of memories which become a permanent part of the psychic
landscape: something to trip over. After death they're meaningless, just



played on Maurice Shehata oud, which I purchased today,
I've looked for an instrument like this for a while,
and the owner gave me a beautiful risha (pick) to use
with it, and from this Darkness came, and please listen,
and thank you -

People: Alan Sondheim
Research: Sound
Tags: oud, sound

People: Alan Sondheim
Research: Sound
Tags: sound research

Introductory Preface and Postface, or Open Bracketing of the W/Hole

[This is my introductory postface or preface to my forthcoming WVU book;
it's a fairly good explanation of my essay-work I think. Offered with

The process used to produce this book has been one of continuous
negotiation over pieces, which are broken remnants of a text that might
go on indefinitely, if I did. I would say this about the individual
sections -

1 that each begins, for me, from ground zero, both in the sense of
catastrophe, and without regard to presuppositions; in other words, each
sketches out a terrain which, phenomenologically, is close to the
scratching-out of inscription against the flesh and abjection of the body.

People: Alan Sondheim
Research: Education
Tags: theory


People: Alan Sondheim
Research: Sound
Tags: music, noise, sarangi, sound

At Interrupt 2 and the noise thereafter

Chris Funkhouser, flute

Alan Sondheim, harmonic minor and valveless chromatic harmonicas

this was the first time we played together with flute and harmonica, that
is, and I've been noticing, having returned fromInterrupt 2, that my
typing has somehow goe from bad to worse, and I;m wondering if this is
early onset dementiia or an issue of stres; certainly the keyboards
haven't changed over the past fourdays, but the typing has turned to what
might be considered an almost chidish scrwal. sooner or later I'll just be
able to communicate with music, if that. in the mentaime I was interviewed

People: Alan Sondheim
Research: Urban Research
Tags: noise, music
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