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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 fast oud cura music of the radio
Date: Sat, 21 Nov 2009 01:27:31 -0500 (EST)
the fast oud cura music of the radio singing quickly before the end & i don't know how to sign my name. every note, a flower-protozoan. every day, the loss of harmony. let us rush memory through this. imagine my voice singing perfectly. grace-notes & upon an earth. grounds are killing-grounds of song. for example, were these the last & then what might thou think, that these, yes thou couldst tell every living thing hurtling towards its tiny end & that we are cause & we stand by watching. http://www.alansondheim.org/fast1.mp3 http://www.alansondheim.org/fast2.mp3 http://www.alansondheim.org/fast3.mp3 http://www.alansondheim.org/fast4.mp3 http://www.alansondheim.org/fast5.mp3 "The enemy of the world is our enemy. The world is our enemy." "Radio radio radio." "The saddest mementos of the world, everywhere in the world. The saddest mementos are unaccountable. They are the remnants of orphaned memory. The remnants of orphaned memory are all the language humans have." "Radio radio radio." "what our enemy, the world, has granted us. What was granted, what is taken away."