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From: Alan Sondheim <sondheim@panix.com>
To: Cyb <cybermind@listserv.wvu.edu>, Wryting-L <WRYTING-L@listserv.wvu.edu>
Subject: Happy Thanksgiving - 12:55 PM - Limited
Date: Thu, 24 Nov 2011 13:40:37 -0500 (EST)
Happy Thanksgiving - 12:55 PM - Limited http://www.alansondheim.org/warning.mp4 wrote and lost everything, just an accounting in the midst of Happy Thanksgiving, working on mss, for WVU Press and Continuum, the FireMuseum record out soon, articles due on RMB city in Second Life and a performance in SL as well in January, working with Foofwa during the first week of January w/ collaboration with Mark Skwarek and Slava towards the end, then a 2nd performance with Monika Weiss Feb.2-4, and next week, the Window Gallery using crystal radios, guitar amp, the small models I made of distorted avatars and hopefully an accompanying video if I can quickly get the format right, no idea what that should really be. it feels emptied out with the deaths, flood, embezzlement, family split (which at this point I don't want to heal, just want to get over it). the Eyebeam scheduling was arcane and I hope it's actually fixed at this point so I can start working on various ideas here and there. I worry I'm a burden on everyone, like James Ellroy with his hushhush always going on in the background. i make short and simple videos here, still in Aurora Colorado, at least for myself; there aren't any comments at all for these. One of these, New York Woman, is a recap of an older audiotape, as embarrassing now as it was then, Reading Wilfred Owen, Ellens' The Destructive Power of Religion, Confederacy of Dunces, a book on cactus identification, a book on the Korean komungo, watching the news, keeping my mouth shut about the right-wing swirls of local tv. More and more I think that nature in fact really is red in tooth and claw, suffering and dissolution are the two positives of the world. I take walks and photographs around the nature preserve/reservoir and capture the encroaching mansions everywhere, devouring energy and any other resources they can find. Sometimes a hawk and new sparrows. The sky is steadfast blue, Around the world, there's no Thanksgiving and people are suffering. OWS lost almost all their library; books are trash in this world. I keep going back reading Dendy's Philosophy of Mystery and making calls, trying to connect to my friends, to keep them my friends in spite of all my faults. I stare into the dark. The dark doesn't stare back. In Pennsylvania, the house we grew up in is slowly collapsing. I inherit two antique guns and two antique swords. The world no longer needs them. Like 2 seconds ago Collapse this post
