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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 New Year & the murmur and breathing
Date: Sat, 31 Dec 2011 10:48:50 -0500 (EST)
the murmur and breathing http://www.alansondheim.org/radhu.wav of something just outside the potential of a sphere caught in a mesmeric or ectoplasmic field... i remember the sound, somewhat, a kind of murmuring from a vietnamese oboe, lowered in pitch, the over-recording transformed into a form of breathing, the whole becoming- an-animal like myself, a musing or shuffling, or a jostling, but of notes and spatial magnitudes of unbearable beauty http://www.alansondheim.org/iamperfect.mp4 a rough patch or rough spot. something rough in the narrative. uncompromising. something about perfect. i could hardly hear him. the storm... i remember the cube with the voice announcing perfect, as if it were impossible to speak in the grey dawn, when only bandages held the limbs together, it might have been after sex, or after a war, or an overpowering examination, this untoward chanting of a mantra, i am perfect, i am perfect, when everything, in the cold grey dawn, spilled otherwise