Message-ID: <alpine.NEB.2.00.1111031158490.21802@panix3.panix.com>
From: Alan Sondheim <sondheim@panix.com>
To: Cyb <cybermind@listserv.wvu.edu>, Wryting-L <WRYTING-L@listserv.wvu.edu>
Subject: virtual worlds
Date: Thu, 3 Nov 2011 11:59:33 -0400 (EDT)
virtual worlds they get stuck in this life and yearn to return to the other they are held back by memory and skin which falls from their seasons they cannot move but are made from layers torn from their flesh you are stuck in pain, you are held back, you cannot move ================================= small models of splayed and abstracted avatars in pain they are fleeing from it radio sounds from antique radio equipment you lean against glass and hear the flesh of the earth photographs of a small child doomed to make these things the child is doomed to listen to these things too images of dead soldiers against your eyes you cannot think anything but images of dead soldiers books of martyrs and tortures and torments closed you cannot read through covers telling your cold future ================================= lament maquette for the dead as the world oozes human beings human beings come forth and gather their dead and die the virtual is the pain of the real and an escape the virtual is powered by the pain and escapes into the virtual o real pain o virtual o doom of memory o dead soldiers o stuck flesh o martyrologies you are deaf and hear nothing but your pain call you forth and you hear nothing and what is survive radio makes those sounds when you are not listen radio make those sounds and murmur when you are they get stuck in this life and yearn to return to the other in pain in doom of memory in soldiers in yearning in returning in memory in stick in lives and in survive you hear nothing and you listen and read forth and this is a thing it is a thing like no other listen and reading it comes forth it comes forth swaying and swings from one to a return to an other it goes forth dying and sways into another of your own world i steal your own world from you and your virtual too i steal your avatar and play it sound on radio here you listen and you are stuck here in your long to return to an other i succeed and you are stuck here in your long to return to an other you listen you you are stuck in pain, you are held back, you cannot move they get stuck in this life and yearn to return to the other they are held back by memory and skin which falls from their seasons they cannot move but are made from layers torn from their flesh =================================