Message-ID: <Pine.NEB.4.58.0312090506590.9524@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: ./old.soft.ware
Date: Tue, 9 Dec 2003 05:07:14 -0500 (EST)
./old.soft.ware :::am constantly undisciplined, sickly ill. i am set going. why have i:children.some software may apply. now the sign says Does replace your ? with ideogrammatic intervals! i:children.some software may apply. now the sign says Does replace your ?::::am constantly undisciplined, sickly ill. i am set going. why have::restrictions may apply," and "the gift that keeps on giving." i'll deal:restrictions may apply," and "the gift that keeps on giving." i'll deal Does replace your i:children.some software may apply. now the sign says Does replace your ?? contract with ideogrammatic intervals! :::am constantly undisciplined, sickly ill. azure keeps me. why have i:children.some software may apply. now the sign says Does replace your ? i was afraid of this. i remember you playing years before my death. the internet has harmed me. i remain homebound, stillborn. i cannot move my muscles. my acquaintances have fallen away. my lungs are bad, my eyes. i am constantly undisciplined, sickly ill. azure keeps me. why have i always seen only through mediation, remediation. from restoration ecology, i have learned i am nothing but environmental scrip. i remain yours, "some restrictions may apply," and "the gift that keeps on giving." i'll deal with this later. will this i become a you? what has this software done?what will this software do. i am a bird frozen and huddled in the schoolyard door. i am a bird with paralyzed legs. i am a bird wrapped with string. i am a bird with broken wing. i am a bird missing a foot. i am a jew bird. avrahm doesn't live here any more. there are always other children.some software may apply. now the sign says drowing the surface "would-you-like-to-drown-with-me." i remember undergoing the surface. you were there. i flailed and you were gone. or drifted. this happened just as the woman who walked away from me later water-skied into her mutilated face cut by the dock's overhang. the hills are scarred in silent spring. coal trains carry the bodies of prehistory into the furnaces of yesterday. smoke coils into the present.software what are you doing to me. have you reversed or substituted, deluged the text with the chaos of emptied meaning. i'm writing through you. look i am alone on this machine. inode. _