Message-ID: <Pine.NEB.4.63.0508271408080.10714@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: useless games
Date: Sat, 27 Aug 2005 14:08:31 -0400 (EDT)
we've left los angeles, traveled to salt lake city by night to avoid the heat, at one point i blacked out momentarily, the car rumbled across the sound strip on the side of the road and all was well. we stopped a number of times at rest areas, but couldn't. what else, several 18-wheelers all over the road lane-jamming. the pass through the virgin river gorge and too-high speed. sickly waning moon. l.a. radio stations for the first 560 miles. learned we never went to the moon and the world trade centers were exploded by the usual conspiracy group. thought of our useless games. http://www.asondheim.org/uselessgames.mp4 and already wanting to turn around, head back to the promised land. we couldn't, we'd arrive nowhere, mouths of ashes trying to speak. narrowly avoided a jackrabbit and two mice. the useless games: dried bodies in the desert, scrub-sex, useless, no-sex at all, holes of ashes trying to fuck, the long winter of our discontent just around the corner