Message-ID: <Pine.NEB.4.58.0405032147350.7917@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: Landscape Sonneta
Date: Mon, 3 May 2004 21:47:51 -0400 (EDT)
Landscape Sonneta The enormous strombuliform building was shaped like a dwelling in the form of a top. Yellow-crossgas spewed like mustard gas foaming from the roof. Next door was a lumper unloading a ship like a workman emptying a boat. Next to the workman was a grindstone producing swarf and a grinder making grit. Zygal struts like H-shaped scaffolding connected the swarf-pile to the lumper-spaddle or workman-shovel. The dataller or daily lumper was in reality a ruffler or beggar posing as a maimed soldier. His art was buhl creation like metal inlay. An aeolipile connected to the swarf-maker relayed its steam-power statistics to the strombuliform structure. Several lumper noticed suricates or a kind of mongoose stumbling from the yellow. The horse-touter nearby spoke first. Maladroit lumpers, he proffered with customary incommunicability, an eleot, or apple-type is yours. The lumpers carried newels or staircase-parts; neverthemore would they throw the rodlet. Swellish in swan-skin, they continued their gymnical hackery. _