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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: Travis and stately Clara
Date: Sun, 17 Oct 2004 22:10:48 -0400 (EDT)
Travis and stately Clara Stately Clara walks into the Darkroom. Clara dominates the stage, Clara's eyes are samurai daggers. Samurai have no daggers, pointed out by Travis glaring fiercely. Travis moves to a heard in the hollow of its shell, close by Tiffany: sounding through fathoms of conversations, these souls - Honey: who have lost their fathermothers, mewling and Travis: pity! pity! Those unborn have gristle, and a fairly specific one at that - the gristle articulating the movement of the bones which constitutes code. No Time to say Travis knew time didn't exist. He knew Text as a whole, what it is about, and where to get it. All in around two pages of print. I would like the characters I have been using, Honey, Tiffany, Travis, Clara Hielo Internet, to come to life Famil Family. There's this guy, Travis, let's call him Travis. Let's call him Travis Where bandwidth is lean, the lean have bandwidth. When only the good die young, only the old have evil. Where we are silenced, the silent speak. Travis VR Travis moves through the worlds. Travis moves to a Space of filtrations, media, proliferations, coalescences - Identities and persons (first, second, third), Early characters (Honey, Tiffany, Travis) presenced across applications. Body has gristle, and a fairly specific one at that - the gristle articulating the movement of the bones which constitutes code a quiet Friday night. She pulled off her frock and went to the talker, no one there, not even a stalker. I laughed, said Jennifer, at the stupid rhyme, not at the crime. Travis nodded; Jennifer everywhere on naked writ(h) ing bodies. Is there no limit! Cynthia cried, her full breasts, erect nipples, heaving against Travis' enormous organ! A thin smile crossed Her husband Bob Gregory, fuming, circling the grounds; he was fd fed up, musing~ He believed in the liberation movement, but not the lib liberators themselves~ Sally hung out with Travis everywhere on naked writ(h) ing bodies. Is there no limit! Cynthia cried, her full breasts, erect nipples, heaving against Travis' enormous organ! A thin smile crossed WOUNDED TRAVIS VIOLENTLY FIRING HIS WEAPON INTO THE WATERFALL, SLAUGHTERING STREAM AFTER STREAM. http://www.as.wvu.edu:8000/clc/Members/sondheim/one.mov _ _