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From: Alan Sondheim <sondheim@panix.com>
To: Cyb <cybermind@listserv.aol.com>, Wryting-L <WRYTING-L@listserv.wvu.edu>
Subject: "the bone-frame was made for"
Date: Sun, 4 Jan 2009 12:35:06 -0500 (EST)
the bone-frame was made for no suck shock knit within terror, yet the skeleton stood up to it: the flesh? it was melted away, the heart burnt out, dead ember, tendons, muscles shattered, outer husk dismembered, yet the frame held: we passed the flame: we wonder what saved us? what for? (from H.D., The Walls Do Not Fall) dojoji pushes from the ground up and up, s/he, rising, makes rocket of worlds, they thrust, vector dust behind them. sullen s/he stops, about to fall; vector turns to cloud, heaves and hovers, shadow left behind fades, halo against trim support. you might ask one or another, fail or falter an answer: these worlds are left alone, sheave and bone. but an answer: in front of some dim orb, something seated, or at rest, moves, and here too something moves, response and nocturne. dojoji follows suit, follows through, as long as presence murmurs. hir worlds teeter, turn and wobble, throb: if any there be, this amazes among no other, this rock, this rocket, sheave-skin hovered in sky-skin, earth-skin, sun- and moon-skin in early dawn or dusk, of which, there is no matter. http://www.alansondheim.org/rocket.mp4 accompaniment http://www.alansondheim.org/blush1.mp3 (electric tenor banjo) http://www.alansondheim.org/blush2.mp3 (electric tenor banjo) http://www.alansondheim.org/blush3.mp3 (electric tenor banjo) To access the Odyssey exhibition The Accidental Artist: http://slurl.com/secondlife/Odyssey/48/12/22