Message-ID: <Pine.NEB.4.44.0209152049070.18791-100000@panix2.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: poor
Date: Sun, 15 Sep 2002 20:49:19 -0400 (EDT)
poor i've got a pixel missing on this machine, it's always on, it's always blue - another's always white - double-star system - dear god - you look up - you're always there in the stars - you know you're saving everyone - you know there's reason for all this evil in the world - i'm your secret friend - i can't get enough of you - you enter my very soul - they're leaping now from tall buildings - they're burning in fires on the ground - they're hanging from the trees - they're divided among others - they can't think very well - dear god - you must save us - all the hurting people - people fighting and starving - people killing and being killed - so many sick and dying people - so many animals too and plants too - the screen stares at me, punctured or fissured; the screen carries its own after- effects, nimbus and aureole of light - you write on blue against black, black against gray, yellow against blue - the colors of the troposphere - sun glaring at all of us - it doesn't know any better - dear god, please do hide the sun, it is so troublesome for so many of your lowly creatures, it casts light where there is none, nothing remains of the light, shadows am too bright, the glare too dark, in the corners many eyes see, many eyes are blinded - may the sky welcome us - even just against my skin i can hear them - the computer next to me breathing heavily - producing animations of untoward, ungodly things - things that everyone desires - there's a raging storm outside - lasting the batteries - until the frame - until the last frame - is done, completed - the world going by at twelve frames a second - you can't imagine - you can't see - you wouldn't believe - dear god, complementary colors burning into me, i can't speak to you any more like this, my head is reeling, you must ascend to us - oh, nothing?, what could possibly be meant - the passage - eternal writing - the murmuring growing louder - the sounds, furious - Karl loved Gertrud - he wove his phenomenology around her - she was his star - the indescribable Cipher of engagement for the two of them - writing them into the ground - at the limits - dear god, please help Karl and Gertrud - is it always too late - is sanction the very last thing before the eyes close - we are, we are losing, worlds - too many wounded - the battle can't go on much longer - both machines running fans at full-tilt - it isn't enough - the animation slowing - almost to a halt - i'd settle for grays - zig-zags across the eyes - dear god, do please listen, i will not thank you, i will never thank you, you have never done enough, you have never even started - all the animals burned and buried - the fury of humans, their slaughter - unsleeping - the screen almost illegible - double-time fans - furious productions - something freezes, crashes, topples, all those poor people leaping from the building - ==