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From: Alan Sondheim <sondheim@panix.com>
To: Cyb <cybermind@listserv.aol.com>, Wryting-L <WRYTING-L@listserv.wvu.edu>
Subject: Trees
Date: Thu, 18 Dec 2008 23:39:09 -0500 (EST)
Trees http://www.alansondheim.org/ trees pngs and http://www.alansondheim.org/trees.mp4 Trees thanks to Sugar Seville. They are equivalent trees of mystery. Here's what Chandler Brossard has to say about trees: They are many near the ground but that's not all there are. Some have wood all the way up until it's lost. The wood is lost in things like leaves, arcs, koala. From inside the wood, a song, there is nothing like wood. There is nothing like wood beyond the wood. From the song, everywhere I move, wood, arcs, koala. There is no tree without its mystery, no mystery without its tree. The longest sentence in our language mentions trees. How they bend in vacuum generating the simulacra of wind. How they press against the screen, loose, tight, loose, tight. For a moment, I stood up and relaxed, then sat down again. Trees and glories, halos and uppermost reports. Knowing they're alike, one sleeps on the hammock of destiny. The hummock of trees supports many sleeping beings. It begins near the crown, slopes down, barely touching the ground. Trees are heavy, but something else supports them. Something near the middle or slightly above the middle. Whatever it is, it puts a stop to their ungainly weight. Their weight seems to draw stems down into illusion. Chandler Brossard says there's a reward out for Being. I know a tree who will collect that reward. The tree will share it with all the other trees. It's a magic reward and there will still be reward left over. The quiet mystery of trees, you'd hardly know they won. Oscar Levant says the trees know, however, each and every one. He doesn't know they're the same tree and very old and smiling. That is called the trick played on Oscar Levant by some trees. By some trees, the trick, just about all of them. Well, all of them, yet another tree-like mystery. Here in Second Life they grow like any other things turning the forest into light and the light into forest and generally making a mess of these other things which say, put it to rest, trees, and the trees for their part sway like so many other windless things you might imagine they're in the air there for you but you might imagine any number of old things and the trees don't care and make much less sound than most things found around and that includes most things of any other shapes or just about the same large sizes paling in comparison with comparison so of all these things nothing's lost in comparison or any other place like synecdoche or metonymy or most other lettered things that crawl all beneath the bark and xylem and the trees let these things flow back to other things and under things and cellulose is also known as that mysterious substance only because of all that's found in trees it's a thing winging, bringing roots just below the ground and weightless so supported by the crown and that's an amazing thing proving physics wrong in the last line here or where in fact the tree hangs it up, goes on its way, smiling, smiling, smiling | Alan Sondheim Mail archive: http://sondheim.rupamsunyata.org/ | To access the Odyssey exhibition The Accidental Artist: | http://slurl.com/secondlife/Odyssey/48/12/22 | Webpage (directory) at http://www.alansondheim.org | sondheim@panix.com, sondheim@gmail.org, tel US 718-813-3285