Message-ID: <Pine.NEB.4.63.0605061147020.20419@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: 0
Date: Sat, 6 May 2006 11:47:23 -0400 (EDT)
0 1 BOMBED SPACE AND BOMBING SPACE GUNNED SPACE AND GUNNING SPACE How can we LIVE in the MIDST OF THE BATTLEFIELD! Huddling against the floor, there is safety - Hungry ghosts on the prowl for love and death! I AM A HUNGRY GHOST I DO NOT REMEMBER MY OWN I DO NOT REMEMBER YOUR NAME I NEVER GIVE UP I NEVER GIVE UP I will speak to you through the atmosphere: IWO JIMA DEATH SPACE! IWO JIMA FLAG SPACE! If I am ANYTHING I am DISHONEST If I am ANYTHING I am FILLED WITH GREED - In the DEPTHS OF THE ATMOSPHERE Listen to the LIGHTNING Listen to the POWER GRID MAMA-PAPA ELECTRONIQUE MIAOU MIAOU Now we shall speak of the COMPUTER! O Dance! Embrace Us! Embrace Death! O USELESS! i wear your freedom like sex O USELESS! your freedom robs my own Our LIVES DESTROYED WE KEEP ON DANCING! Our Lives BURN! Our MUSCLES ARE TORN WE KEEP ON DANCING! Our bodies BELONG TO YOU! Our bodies are fed to the evils of religion! Our bodies are torn and shredded! SPACE OF CIVIL WAR SPACE OF SEX SPACE OF IONS SPACE OF RADIUM SPACE OF SOLDIERS' LAST WORDS SPACE OF WRITING AND DREAMING TROUBLING POSES AND TREMBLING POSES The GRID OF HUMAN AURORAS The GRID OF HUMAN POWER The building GROANS WITH THEIR PRESENCE There is no rest here in this space! They will slaughter us in Protest! This is my DREAM ALOUD This is my EMERGENCY WITNESS: THE DISMEMBERED AVATARS WITNESS: UNCANNY BEAUTY AND TROUBLING POSES We are ALIVE in the IMAGINARY! We are ALIVE in these IMAGES! We are BRUISED WE KEEP ON DANCING! We are INJURED WE KEEP ON DANCING! We are the NUMBER NUMERICAL OF THE WORLD! We are the SKIN and SCAFFOLDING OF THE WORLD! We shall dance and fuck in Protest! We shall mourn the passing of America! We shall mourn the victims of torture, You can hear the WOUNDED You can hear the WOUNDED Your slightest gesture remains unfulfilled! 2 are you speaking to me are you speaking to yourself every i is murderer every i is murderer every i makes love every i is murderer every i makes love every i makes love every one a murderer horror in its absence horror is horror i am so ashamed i am so ashamed i cried in Gravity in its very absence in the ROAR OF THE POWER GRID in this SPLAYED SPACE OF MEMORY in this SPLAYED SPACE of desolation inside YOU in your SPLAYED SPACE is horror of Abu Gharayb, together! of the World! the world WORRIES the CHILD the world WORRIES the DEAD this sexed display, this turn of fate this turn of fate, this violent display un cri doux coeur-choeur! when i meditated on ECHO ECHO ECHO when i meditated on the worlds of war when i saw them written here when i saw these images written large you and I are SPLAYED ...