Message-ID: <Pine.NEB.4.44.0201181422130.10216-100000@panix1.panix.com>
From: Alan Sondheim <sondheim@panix.com>
To: Cyb <cybermind@listserv.aol.com>,
"WRYTING-L : Writing and Theory across Disciplines" <WRYTING-L@LISTSERV.UTORONTO.CA>
Subject: of the dream of jennifer and alan
Date: Fri, 18 Jan 2002 14:22:30 -0500 (EST)
- of the dream of jennifer and alan in this dream i am talking with my father who is very old and dying and living alone in that big house he lives in now with my mother gone and i was looking through his books and in this dream the books were almost ruined, moldy, and he looked so very close to death and i pulled out my baby book, which was common then as i am common, and it was falling apart, all those anecdotes and weights around birth, the lock of air, the footprint on the page, and it was ruined, the cover half-gone, the binding falling apart as my life was and i began crying in my sleep and said to my father, everything has been falling apart since mother died of the weight 168 of the height 5' 7 3/4" of the eyes brown of the hair brown with white of the nails long on the right hand short on the left of the footprint the fingerprint of the fingerprint how will i tell you its topography, of the brain of the same of the different of others, of the others between the 0 and the 1 there is nothing between the 1 and the 0 there is nothing between the 0 and the 0 there is nothing between the 1 and the 1 there is nothing the world smooths out pixel by pixel there are great blanks of once there were objects of the objects what of the objects of the saying of names of the laying of hands of the objects of names and the laying of hands the footprint on the page, and it was r binding falling apart as my life was an who is very old and dying and said to my father, everything has been n now with my mother gone and i s dream the books were almost of the weight 168 of the height 5' 7 3/se to death and i pulled out brown with white of the nails long on ti am common, and it was falling of the footprint the fingerprint of thearound birth, the lock of air, its topography, of the brain of the samuined, the cover half-gone, the the others d i began crying in my sleep and falling apart since mother died between the 0 and the 1 there is nothin between the 1 and the 0 there is nothin4" of the eyes brown of the hair between the 0 and the 0 there is nothinhe right hand short on the left between the 1 and the 1 there is nothin fingerprint how will i tell you e of the different of others, of the worl there ar objects g of the og of the sg hands _