Message-ID: <Pine.NEB.4.44.0206051213460.26107-100000@panix3.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: save me
Date: Wed, 5 Jun 2002 12:13:57 -0400 (EDT)
save me furious idiocies among humans and their gatherings: particles are pried apart and recombined, the world festers. charred remains in the honor of gods. we shall be no more. i beg you in the name of gods, inscribe my work in iron, bury it deep, etch it in steel and titanium, coat it against all possible futures, remove it from the virtual. i beg you: make my work real::the heat of the near-future melting wires amidst nuclear explosions, suicide bombers, storms and lightnings, the destructions of languages and bodies, desert ecologies rampant down to barren aa melt. humans control humans; chemical catastrophe at the top down through radiations blinding and charring animals. sun and moon topple with damaged eyes. viral particles fly apart; bacteria shudder above ground. all is well in the cracked subterranean rock strata; dull life moves on as the surface rains down.:yes, the end of the world in every way, shape, and form: every ideology, object, and structure. it will come imminent and immanent. of virtuality let it be said, nothing shall survive. incandescent rock and earth, lavas and obsidians of forgetting, shall glance across barren plains, uttering their own inscriptive tallies in the violent suns and nuclear winters. prepare, prepare. save my work, my texts and images, my video and sound, above all: download, download, before it is too late.:: inscribe. _