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From: Alan Sondheim <sondheim@panix.com>
To: Cyb <cybermind@listserv.aol.com>, Wryting-L <WRYTING-L@listserv.wvu.edu>
Subject: rounds
Date: Mon, 21 Jul 2008 11:46:20 -0400 (EDT)
rounds yes, well it's possible to take a ride on these things, you might go somewhere perhaps in the best circles, Julu's sloughing her skin again, she's doing it for anyone, you can't catch it, it disappears, there's always another, you're in the middle of the stream, you can step in it twice, you can step in it more than twice, you can repeat yourself, you can repeat yourself exactly, can't you. so you might take a ride, one shadow to another, let's call them shades, slightly more accurate, forms of ghost-traps, they'll bring you in, you'll emerge with nothing though, hardly a memory, something on the order of repetition-compulsion, perhaps osmosis. life is one skin after another, they're all the same, they all appear the same, something different perhaps to the utmost, but a kind of mechanical equivalence, they're not identical, pseudo-random calculations ensure that, however close one might think of them as such. there's a cliff between the random and the pseudo-random, and that cliff is percep- tion. make no mistake about them = make no mistake about them, nothing goes forever, the Net is fragile, tenuous, at best; it's always about to collapse, it's about collapse. here's where death comes into play: what's about collapse stays on the side of collapse, not death, which is a word and I will stop that when I die, until then, round and round http://www.alansondheim.org/merryround.mp4