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From: Alan Sondheim <sondheim@panix.com>
To: Cyb <cybermind@listserv.aol.com>, Wryting-L <WRYTING-L@listserv.wvu.edu>
Subject: julu murmured hello
Date: Thu, 14 Aug 2008 01:43:42 -0400 (EDT)
julu murmured hello julu, no, she nikuko muttered i couldn't care less but not murmured. something else, closer to muttering, friendlier. not whispering, nothing like that. but not i couldn't care less. something else, closer to disdain, but not quite. a return that veered into the unknown. but polite, polite conversation, not exactly a rejoinder. nikuko muttering, i thought so, or i thought you knew. an implication, knowing: more than that, more than you'd let on. but not that exactly. julu, murmuring - hello. nikuko, muttering - it could only get worse. or it will only get worse. but what, a morning, afternoon, or evening. or somewhere else, perhaps it will turn elsewhere, against the odds. as if julu garbled. perhaps these two fine people. but it falls off, these weren't the volleys or returns. these weren't anything at all. 'all memories are memories of annihilation.' that's it, for what could be remember if there were no end to it, packaging, however brief and quickening. nikuko, muttering: there's an end to an end, call it memory. julu, murmuring: i remember now, hello again. To access the Odyssey exhibition The Accidental Artist: http://slurl.com/secondlife/Odyssey/48/12/22