Message-ID: <Pine.NEB.4.64.0812151313550.22389@panix3.panix.com>
From: Alan Sondheim <sondheim@panix.com>
To: Cyb <cybermind@listserv.aol.com>, Wryting-L <WRYTING-L@listserv.wvu.edu>
Subject: (Hittite 'water')
Date: Mon, 15 Dec 2008 13:14:16 -0500 (EST)
(Hittite 'water') After repeated crashes of Second Life last night - six of them counting the minimization of the non-window GUI - the land didn't load in the exhibition space - finally the watar world was revealed to the fullest extent. I only wish I might have built in such a domain; if you clear your cache and jump to the site, you might see the same. In the meantime my sound was cauterized, my voice was muted, my ears were deafened with silence, and only the visual emerged, but what a beauty! - as I pack up the HP desktop with its wounded Vista operating system, sending it into retreat while unknown technicians attempt to restore everything - which means eliminating all the programs and tweaking I did (no, that wasn't the problem), trying to make the OS behave like any organism (much less human) would like it to... I keep returning to these watar-worlds which imply something beneath the surface of our own skin, an ocean already gone, unknown, but originary in terms of our own lives and those of any- thing on the planet. Anything, or anyone, in and out of water, replete with nutrients, waiting our arrival - http://www.alansondheim.org/ watar jpgs and http://www.alansondheim.org/watar12.png (Ah me, I need something other than this poetry to sustain me...)
