Message-ID: <Pine.NEB.4.63.0507031614450.29528@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: Journey of the Radicals
Date: Sun, 3 Jul 2005 16:14:53 -0400 (EDT)
Journey of the Radicals Looks like sun at three to five in the afternoon. Abscond or default with what I can make out of the feet. No, not at all, not even one. Mother of vinegar, the wine! Seize the hand, hunt with it, angle it upward! Mend first, then patch the billion with a tree - a billion of them make a forest. Eat a meal in the afternoon with a roof over your head. The arena is on the plain with a port at one end connected to a valley. I'm going to ask you to requisition me for a particular service at this time. I will use then the divining rod, tell you everything you want to know. Come. I see low walls, a ward, all resting on the earth. Did I tell you about the plain? The village name is "Earth" as well. We're going there. No, not again! Take a step, just one pace, then stop in that direction. This is the beginning of prophecy. Arrange the cloth; we'll make a roof over our heads for our afternoon meal. We're on our way. Just like a human being to extend herself. Don't stop, even though your heart is afraid. Open out, scatter yourself to the billions. Here, I'll give you a hand. We have to register at the bamboo gates of the village port. Did I tell you about the valley? This is the class of Radicals; beware of Pu! The village Board has given us permission to pass to P'u. _