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From: Alan Sondheim <sondheim@panix.com>
To: Cyb <cybermind@listserv.wvu.edu>, Wryting-L <WRYTING-L@listserv.wvu.edu>
Subject: puckered mouth either or
Date: Fri, 30 Dec 2011 18:48:46 -0500 (EST)
puckered mouth either or http://www.alansondheim.org/vocks.mp4 http://www.alansondheim.org/vocks1.png http://www.alansondheim.org/vocks2.png http://www.alansondheim.org/vocks3.png http://www.alansondheim.org/vocks4.png http://www.alansondheim.org/vocks5.png either this and just I happened was and thrown I out was of thrown the out game-space, of this the just game-space, happened into the game, it what was it life, game game, life, was who was playing, dojoji alan twine, dojoji what julu who twine, was moaning and singing and warning the trembling, it vision, acute, clear dark acute, what dark vision, dusty thrown I, of game-space and song, was around singing playing was blurry the obscure, was light so obdurate, clean, so it clean, light space, it being game this one happened, playing, no and one it speaking saying, saying, and inviting trembling, where in in in not song, my puckered lips like puckered a like broken a womb, broken bearing, womb, the bearing, game-space, born, lips gathered a mouth, shorn, hearing, born, shorn, my blurry, it played, dusty played or this just happened and I was thrown out of the game-space, into the game, what was the game, it was the game of life, who was playing, it was alan dojoji and julu twine, what was the game, it was moaning and singing and warning and trembling, what was the vision, it was clear and acute, it was dark and dusty and I, I was thrown out of the game-space and into the game, and what was the game, it was the game of song, and who was singing the song, it was the game-space, the game-space was singing the song, into the game, into and around the game, and the game was playing the game, it was blurry and obscure, it was light and obdurate, and it was so so clean, and it was I, I was thrown into the game space, and out of the game, it was the game of being the game, and the game was being the game, and this just happened, no one was playing, and it was speaking and saying, inviting and trembling, and what was the song, where was the song, it was in the game, it was not in the game-space, my lips puckered like a broken womb, bearing, born, my lips gathered like a broken mouth, hearing, shorn, and it was dusty and obdurate, so clean, so blurry, so played, so played out