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From: Alan Sondheim <sondheim@panix.com>
To: Cyb <cybermind@listserv.aol.com>,
Wryting-L <WRYTING-L@LISTSERV.UTORONTO.CA>, WRYTING-L@listserv.wvu.edu
Subject: the basin of our lives, our concavity, neither internal nor an
Date: Sun, 23 Jul 2006 09:15:37 -0400 (EDT)
the basin of our lives, our concavity, neither internal nor an extension, we're here, there, miniscule, only our loss the richness, fecundity of world and information time and time again, sheaves of time, of which, just this text or view or this reading, death coming, infinitude of details gone forever, slightest creatures, of which we, communalities, surface one or once or not at all, our unknowingness, rot envisaged in the corpse of the other, our selves worn like teeth come the death of how many, the moment after, no longer there, your glance invisible, words unheard, touch receding down your long corridor, the room the same, view from window, slough of air, this body no long with basin, with concavity, the thing, what will you do with it, what will be done with it http://www.asondheim.org/quantum.mp4 the basin of our lives, our concavity, neither internal nor an extension, we're here, there, miniscule, only our loss the richness, fecundity of world and information time and time again, sheaves of time, of which, just this text or view or this reading, death coming, infinitude of details gone forever, slightest creatures, of which we, communalities, surface one or once or not at all, our unknowingness, rot envisaged in the corpse of the other, our selves worn like teeth come the death of how many, the moment after, no longer there, your glance invisible, words unheard, touch receding down your long corridor, the room the same, view from window, slough of air, this body no long with basin, with concavity, the thing, what will you do with it, what will be done with it