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From: Alan Sondheim <sondheim@panix.com>
To: Cyb <cybermind@listserv.aol.com>, Wryting-L <WRYTING-L@listserv.wvu.edu>
Subject: scent of nothing these
Date: Wed, 18 Feb 2009 21:35:34 -0500 (EST)
scent of nothing these http://www.alansondheim.org/neww1.png cuddled in here between urls 1 sunflower aichi and myself in dance ocad hybrid installation i'm dressed conservatively. well, i thought, before was too much someone looked and said "you're nude" with great surprise http://www.alansondheim.org/neww2.png so i thought, out with the old, in with the new, not fashionable but not provocative either as usual sex changing m to f to m to f etc. etc. but the _outfit_ didn't work so mfmfmfmf anyway, where were we - the dance then this image, my face showed, embarrassment hardly know how to move and that thing on the right was the new image generator, i saw "was" because it was nothing less than absurd, soon i changed it http://www.alansondheim.org/neww3.png i kept thinking, what is this, if the image is sexual should i censor, self-sensor, what is this i'm doing to myself, nothing to you maybe making you comfortable maybe so the shot from below, like up at nicely clad people,there's that image "i was" above, looking down, these particles / images everywhere later i kept them in the installation but not for myself, so this is a bold image from below as i said, the face looking down, i should add the face at sunset which is different from the other floating face round and about http://www.alansondheim.org/neww4.png went back to the nude form wearing altered gaz-skin, female here spewing poser models everywhere, male and female, oh how i tried for a balance, dojoji's dancing again, solo again, daytime face a bit clearer on the right, so i thought to myself, well there's nudity here but it's mfmfmfmfmfmf...fmffmfmfmfmf... count them if you want, at least enough for some sort of equivalence then whose spew is it, well most of these things come from the land itself, 1001 meters up in the airless air of second life all alone with my images and image smoke in the airless air http://www.alansondheim.org/neww5.png seduced by color. i was "seduced by color." particle transforms involve color transforms, everything lovely in the sunset sky, i'm dancing, peering out from my dancing, don't know how long i can perform like this "don't know how long i can perform like this." http://www.alansondheim.org/neww6.png i'm peering out, wondering, is this what i want to do, is this what i was born for, i'm getting too old to dance, how much longer can i go on, you can see the worry in my face and so high up as well http://www.alansondheim.org/neww7.png i returned alone to odyssey and reworked some of the spheres, too much sexuality, even for me, even though the sexuality, muted, was nothing more than inserted sensors, registering untoward movement so here is the daytime face which is what i call the winter face, not _my avatar_ any longer, but present and there and mesmerizing a space which has been for far too long, alone, confused, cathected, decathected, dissolved, disbursed http://www.alansondheim.org/neww8.png more, more in odyssey and upside-down with the sunset face i'm dancing alone yet again, yet still, there's nothing more to it, at least for the viewer maybe something shows up something of interest http://www.alansondheim.org/neww9.png last but earlier, sunflower aichi and dojoji me dancing at ocad, from before, but i wasn't sure, from below, but nothing prurient, nothing more than crossed legs in furious movement and i lived in this chaste image as if i would live forever and ever, i won't live that long, i won't live much longer, there's the face again, looking down, spoiling, despoiling me, seeing right through me, there's not a thing to be seen, nothing, it's all safe, the world is cleansed as usual, democracy's safe, capital's on the rise...
