Message-ID: <Pine.NEB.4.63.0509290338360.3261@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: Fodder
Date: Thu, 29 Sep 2005 03:38:49 -0400 (EDT)
Fodder not since the beginning of fodder have I felt the necessity of reinventing the protozoan against a background of the natural world, already a reconstitution from the presence of what had been merely a cultural artifact. http://www.asondheim.org/blanked.mov But most of all good eating cheers the brain, Where other joys are rarely met -- at sea -- Unless, indeed, we lose as soon as gain -- Ay, there's the rub so baffling oft to me. Boiled, roast, and baked -- what precious choice of dishes My generous throat has shared among the fishes! 'T is sweet to leave, in each forsaken spot, Our foot-prints there -- if only in the sand; 'T is sweet to feel we are not all forgot, That some will weep our flight from every land; And sweet the knowledge, when the seas I cross, My briny messmates! ye will mourn my loss. -- Thomas Ward, quoted by Edgar Allen Poe -- the subject is sea-sickness.