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From: Alan Sondheim <sondheim@panix.com>
To: Cyb <cybermind@listserv.aol.com>, Wryting-L <WRYTING-L@listserv.wvu.edu>
Subject: stress fracture
Date: Sat, 21 Jul 2007 01:42:47 -0400 (EDT)
View This is the view from my desk which is neither in Paris nor the Black Forest; it faces nothing but bleak development, projects, urban wasteland scheduled for drastic over-development, still opposed by Develop Don't Destroy Brooklyn (DDDB) in what is increasingly appearing to be a losing battle. How can one expect literature from such blight, nature pushed out to the limit, pigeons with missing toes resulting from frostbite, squir- rels huddled in backyards along with jays and almost invisible mourning doves? Everything protects itself; humans are the dominant species and everything, including other humans, is prey. So don't can't expect literature, only theory crippled by screams and auto accidents; you can't expect proper grammar and spelling - those literary matters - in the face of screeching cars and sirens. http://www.asondheim.org/windowview.jpg