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From: Alan Sondheim <sondheim@panix.com>
To: Cyb <cybermind@listserv.wvu.edu>, Wryting-L <WRYTING-L@listserv.wvu.edu>
Subject: on Karma and spaces of possibility
Date: Fri, 13 Jan 2012 01:41:22 -0500 (EST)
on Karma and spaces of possibility http://www.alansondheim.org/dreamfield1.jpg http://www.alansondheim.org/dreamfield2.jpg http://www.alansondheim.org/dreamfield3.jpg http://www.alansondheim.org/dreamfield4.jpg on Karma, saving a small insect - I was drinking coffee from a mug tonight and noticed a small insect - gnat-like, about 1/5" long at most, very thin, almost invisible, struggling in the coffee. after a struggle, I got him out on a spoon, then on a white cloth; we thought s/he might be able to towel off, since the coffee had almond milk in it. Azure then removed hir to a small piece of paper, and brought hir to the base of a basil plant. s/he remained on the paper, walking around. after about a half hour, I blew lightly on the paper and s/he flew off. meanwhile, recently, I've been bitten and I think it's the work of the same insect. so we have a new wonder in our place, one almost invisible, unless s/he becomes trapped once again. on day zero of working, we were trapped with a blank screen and infinite possibilities, in the Eyebeam Project Space. I photographed the blank, I photographed Foofwa against it, transforming a non-occurrence into an event. the event blossomed and no one was injured. I became sick during the week with a bad cough, preparing me for the meditation and quietude necessary to save the insect. now s/he is flying somewhere, I'm sure, nearby, and I'm bringing the dreamfield series to fruition. there's no karma in this, no message, just a series of small and delicate motions. in two or three weeks, Monika Weiss and I will perform in the same pace, and I'm gathering some materials for a table, a small black stupa brought back from Nepal for me, a book on the Rwandan genocide, the hegelung and or one or more hasapi. the world is a skein, constantly and insistently dying, and we create, we can create, only the tiniest of barriers; for a moment, things are thrown out of equilibrium, and a new and temporary plateau is reached. my materials will inhabit the table, Foofwa and light inhabited the Project Space, and the tiny insect lives with us, now and forever. may I provide a decent meal!