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August 5, 2008


MORRO


http://www.alansondheim.org/ morro series

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[23:24] You: testing one two three
[23:25] You: testing three four five
[23:27] You: MORRO, Edward R: The extraordinary interview with the built
environment.
[23:27] You: http://www.alansondheim.org/ morro series
[23:28] You: You say, in black and white? A little easier on the
compression. But I do recommend in particular the other, perhaps MORRO1 or
some such?
[23:28] You: JULU: the teetering world.
[23:29] You: NIKUKO: tottering
[23:29] You: I most strongly advise the mapping of this environment.
[23:29] You: You: JULU: Mapping is always an advisory.
[23:30] You: Time struggles in exhaustion. Humidity is 45%.
[23:31] You: In which the walls have a life live performance of their own.
[23:32] You: NIKUKO: There's no need for YOU here. Only the witness.
Solzhenitsyn died today. I loved him until the Slavophilia. Then from
Tolstoi to Dostoevsky not such a big leap. Or perhaps D. from the very
beginning.
[23:33] You: JULU: There's no Gulag here. Or if there were, it might now
be America.
[23:35] You: NIKUKO: That's nonsense. Don't bring nonsense into this.
[23:35] You: JULU: It wasn't me. It wasn't me.
[23:36] You: You: Change the subject, quickly...
[23:36] You shout: THE TEETERING WORLD! THE TEETERING WORLD!
[23:36] You whisper: ... they leave, they left, they are leaving ...
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tenor banjo & only because I can. running out of time here in West Virg-
inia, where the house we're renting guarantees a bit of quiet; otherwise I
wouldn't be able to think through the music, the music wd not be thinkable
if unrecorded in the presence of noise, elsewhere and in this case would
be obtrusive, resonance requiring a place or presence of development, an
expansion as in a dream where you might find yourself confined and then
elsewhere, out of doors, plein air, the fecundity of the world narrowed,
harrowed, back to that very confinement in the denial of it.

she thought otherwise, he thought the other wise; the pun led to plot.
what was it but four strings harboring sound, resonance creeping around
the room and its corners. what was it, she said, what was that noise.

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