Message-ID: <alpine.NEB.2.00.1111140155070.5992@panix3.panix.com>
From: Alan Sondheim <sondheim@panix.com>
To: Cyb <cybermind@listserv.wvu.edu>, Wryting-L <WRYTING-L@listserv.wvu.edu>
Subject: memoria hd
Date: Mon, 14 Nov 2011 01:57:42 -0500 (EST)
memoria hd http://www.alansondheim.org/memor.mp4 http://www.alansondheim.org/homing.mp4 probably no one will watch these, large files reduced from hd, final versions of windmills and walkthroughs. the memorial is in the placing of them. the memorial is in the waiting and uploading and the thinking of the past through the future already collapsed. these are the last views. there are the final times. i could not have written without the vestige, punctum, of a home. i needed a place to stand. i can't stand in new york. i can't stand in atlanta, fukuoka, halifax, los angeles, hobart, perth and nottingham. unable to stand i write _diacritically,_ i place the vowels against the hardness of insistent letters, the _other._ the _other_ murmurs the value and addressing of the world. i could not have this world, i had this world. nothing is remarked and nothing gathers the shadow around the _back_ of the legs, comforts and cuddles and mute or mewling sounds, but the house, it's as if the house remembers, as if the house, grown older before our own demise, speaks, and through the misery of the wind and electrical illumination of the last presence, breathes ever so slowly across the rapture of dreams, where i am, where i await death. i woke up in night's middle, thinking, _i am the next to go,_ and the darkness swallowed me, and i could not, and never have, breathed. and so many things, already in flight, seeking, 'and through their misery, the breath of the last presence' ...