Message-ID: <Pine.NEB.4.63.0603010935100.3316@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: Host
Date: Wed, 1 Mar 2006 09:35:46 -0500 (EST)
Host [Entering is: Alan is a newbie needing a desc.] Room: world Everyone arrives in the room. A storm rages. You are all alone here. Access is fixed to PUBLIC and there are 0 messages on the board. [Entering is: Nikuko is a newbie needing a desc.] Nikuko says: Hello Alan! You may call me Jennifer. I am wandering here in this world. You say: You may call me Jennifer. I am wandering here in this world. Nikuko says: There are no descriptions in this world. To describe is to be human. To describe is to give meaning to a discontinuous continuum. You say: To describe is to be human. To describe is to give meaning to a discontinuous continuum. Nikuko says: I'm in the midst of loss. In mourning for my country. Presage of collapse and empire. Ragged surfaces no longer whole. Stumble, stumble, leave no thing unturned, untoward. You say: Stumble, stumble, leave nothing unturned, untoward. We are utterly flat. You say: We are utterly flat. We are inconceivably flat. You say: We are inconceivably flat. Nikuko says: Thin like a knife cutting through the knot of argument. Against a sky evenly illuminated, always the same, our words change nothing. Words are given speech, perhaps you were not aware. Of the words and sounds and murmurs surrounding you. You say: Words are given speech, perhaps you were not aware. Of the sounds and murmurs surrnding you. Nikuko says: I cry for the moment of disconnect. I don't want to leave this space. MOTHER, MOTHER! ;a sound Alan a sound Nikuko a sound Nikuko says: aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh... Nikuko says: Space fills with presence, unnamed space. Space is never named. You say: Space is never named. ;desires all bodies murmurs in all spaces. Alan desires all bodies murmurs in all spaces. Nikuko desires and desires... Nikuko says: JENNIFER! JENNIFER! You say: JENNIFER! .rev *** Room conversation buffer *** Alan says: Stumble, stumble, leave nothing unturned, untoward. Alan says: We are utterly flat. Alan says: We are inconceivably flat. Nikuko says: Thin like a knife cutting through the knot of arguments. Against a sky evenly illuminated, always the same, our words change nothing. Alan says: Words are given speech, perhaps you were not aware. Of the sounds and murmurs surrnding you. Nikuko says: I cry for the moment of disconnect. I don't want to leave this space. MOTHER, Mother! Alan a sound Nikuko a sound Nikuko says: aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh... Nikuko says: Space fills with presence, unnamed space. Alan says: Space is never named. Alan desires all bodies and murmurs in all spaces. Nikuko desires and desires... Nikuko says: JENNIFER! Alan says: JENNIFER! *** End *** On Wednesday, 1st March, for a total of 0 hours and 8 minutes. Connection closed by foreign host.