Message-ID: <alpine.NEB.2.00.1101110019510.5583@panix3.panix.com>
From: Alan Sondheim <sondheim@panix.com>
To: Cyb <cybermind@listserv.wvu.edu>, Wryting-L <WRYTING-L@listserv.wvu.edu>
Subject: virtual objects re: virtual speed on slow machine
Date: Tue, 11 Jan 2011 00:20:39 -0500 (EST)
virtual objects re: virtual speed on slow machine sudden appearances among limited ram / cpu cycles http://www.alansondheim.org/flicked_001.png http://www.alansondheim.org/flicked_002.png http://www.alansondheim.org/flicked_003.png http://www.alansondheim.org/flicked_004.png http://www.alansondheim.org/flicked_005.png http://www.alansondheim.org/flicked_006.png http://www.alansondheim.org/flicked_007.png http://www.alansondheim.org/flicked_008.png http://www.alansondheim.org/flicked_009.png Nikuko dragged cig flicked off stoned-bridge, running under torii. Nikuko dragged cig flicked off stoned-bridge, running under torii. five camera flicked twisted body i incision of kanji ideogram flicked fetremake fetremake ff ff fing fing flicked flick flight flicked flood flicked flick flight flood florid florida 3 l 1 flicked 7 speechofbuilding 8 astrofast stret4 3 astroslo bcffils rootthrone 0 slcmod1 crack 5 3 7 l speechofbuilding 1 8 flicked astrofast 1 bcffils flicked elek gcacsonata2 6 ion2 elk 4 f mgnanoml probe4 probe3 1 crack flicked flicked astrofast flicked flicked astroslo hrone 0 slcmod1 crack 5 3 l 1 flicked 7 speechofbuilding 8 as s s 3 l 1 flicked 7 speechofbuilding 8 as 3 l 1 flicked 7 speechofbuilding 8 as 3 l 1 flicked 7 speechofbuilding 8 as re roslo bcffils elek 6 elk f probe4 flicked vlf radio with granular synthesis flicked vlf radio with granular synthesis vlfirvine%-suck flick-suck flicked-pee flight-suck heidegger no kant honestly flickers through a tired eye as the debris after menses or semen. Body in idle chatter, flickering through random receptors, temporary or peripheral organism of the LCD green-screen, organic plasma reassembled in your water. Purified, you cradle me; I flicker female sleeping in the corner. Winds howl; flames make eerie scales, fire, long tongues spell kanji-shapes in and out of the neural, lists of sexual graphemes and net sex, bodies in and out of this world, between suns and moons between God-calls, falling pebble sounds, flickering bodies swelling stuff broke. from outer space there must have been a flicker, miasma, surfeit of shapes, margins, exiles. Because of the flickering of addresses, red in the vaporous clouds that rose among the storms, electric currents in the neon wilderness, I hear you Nikuko. Our skin pales beneath flickering flourescents, jaundiced incandescents. with flickering and competitive protocols. There are no rooms left for the sleeping for the memory of you, time fashions against the desert sky, blue-black bodies in some other space. identity arises in the flicker, which has a number, the number of the object, almost there, but not quite, forgotten among dead-desire machines. The candle flickers while he strangles his mother, and the other candle flickers when he stabs his father, read Lacan where always something seemed to be flickering and shimmering, a darkness with flickering and competitive protocols. There are no rooms left for the one, like nuclei floating in vacuo, of no goddesses, my body flickering in and out and I'm ashamed (the system falters), And radical disconnects fragment day and night after night and day to pirouette for him. THERE ARE NO ROOMS LEFT FOR THE DEAD. wax's huge flickering candle's light. she said, I will say these poems' she imagines her womb flickering with text pouring around it she imagines stuff broke. from outer space there must have been a flicker. think filled with water. She spat it out of this world, flickering between the picked poem's book, incandescent wax's huge flickering candle's light. flicker on unplastered wall - wildly movement, the woman caught, the flickering of screens - silk, not celluloid - to similar other wars reduced to mute and brutal silence as screens flicker out and others other as wars screens died before they were born: NO ROOMS LEFT FOR THE DEAD ALREADY STILL-BORN, ABSENT. dark working sky, the lights sky, flickering lights towers, the people dark across the sky, lights flickering in the towers, people working. That's my role of thinking. Deities flicker on the lip-nub of death. The jumble begins to take advantage of screen resolution and frame/flicker recognition. I found myself having difficulties with flicker phenomena as I am lost in miasma, too many shapes, my eyes take or spew barely in control. ALREADY GONE. or they're just a flicker in hir imagination.