Date: Wed, 12 Oct 1994 01:39:10
From: Alan Sondheim
Subject: Unable to Deliver
To: firstname.lastname@example.org, email@example.com
[In Hysteria is always already In Absentia, and isn't that the _cause_ of the sentence below? Its interior churns, straightens, probably too late. Here, the indexical is of concern, this construct of referentiality. And if cyberspace is differance, it is differance with an opening, making the Same so that you and I may talk, may talk a river, may talk. Alan]
UNABLE TO DELIVER
If the indexical is a double articulation between two planes each associated with difference, in which the index itself is an embodi- ment within the symbolic, then cyberspace communication may be considered indexical - to the extent that subjectivity or embodi- ment is read through ASCII, not opening into the world but back into a presence or uncanny phantom, haunting as one might say, the shamanic familiar - that which we are given, in fact, a circum- scription of the text or reinscription, not of the novel which leaves us satisfied but of that excess or curlicue which _demands_ and produces the real or irreal, emptied of itself - so that it emerges swollen, tumescent, through the writing of it or against it or not at all, as if excess were not of desire but, say, solely in relation to data, to the data-bank - the frisson of it implying otherwise - these are difficult times we live in - these produce nothing but themselves - we are witnesses to that - we are the presence of this difference which refuses entry, producing enchant- ment evident in the smallest scrap of writing, the smallest sig. for example, the least line indicative of, as I have said, this uncanny presence which expands as the source grows shorter, which is never fulfilled by the text, so that the text is always a gap with itself, insistent upon what it cannot deliver, except for the opening and entrance of cyberspace, the writing, as I said, in hysteria: IN HYSTERIA IN ABSENTIA for hysteria is the absent symp- tom defining the body and here in cyberspace, the absent symptom is clearly all the body there is - and as you may surmise, I am now sick, physically, my heart-rate speeded up, sweating, shivering as if in the grips of walking pneumonia or other fever when, in fact, my body temperature is somewhat below normal, pains occupying most of me, an odor of sorts, constant headaches and preliminary eye stress portending the onset of migraine, thoughts of abandonment, discard, as if I had nothing to say any longer, so I would speak unto you the length of a breath, turned in upon itself, beginning with itself, insistent upon what it cannot deliver, except for the opening and entrance of cyberspace, the presence of this difference which refuses entry, producing enchantment, the double articulation between two planes, insistent upon what it cannot deliver.