Message-ID: <alpine.NEB.2.00.1202020357560.27034@panix3.panix.com>
From: Alan Sondheim <sondheim@panix.com>
To: Cyb <cybermind@listserv.wvu.edu>, Wryting-L <WRYTING-L@listserv.wvu.edu>
Subject: broken conversation
Date: Thu, 2 Feb 2012 03:58:58 -0500 (EST)
broken conversation ----------------------------= YTalk version 3.3.0 =----------------------------- therefore something should come together between the two bodies separated by a serrated division, vertebra one among other. pain is this logging-out, is the collapse of the backbone, the melting or melding of the body as it begins to disappear.the body's not here either, the body is a square, is a playing-field, the body is a holding-pen.the i is a stream of i's, of eyes, these appear as if it were, but just imminent, as if just momentary, just for a minute.drying, in other words a stain or residue, we can say a conversation is a drying, a drying-out.in other words, you're saying this is dust, this is red dust, this is a failure or faltering, this blows away.it's already no longer here. -------------------------= A and M . org =-------------------------- one can considered the order as an inscription, an imperative: the body hanging from bone, the bone as bone-order, as a cleared and proper body. you might log into this, you might log into me, you might log out.it's not here, the body's not here. the holding-pen is where it begins to fall apart, where pain dominates. i'm exhausted now, i'm not making any sense. the I changes to i.eyes can't hold up the body. they're not bone. eyes begin to fall apart, to take the backbone apart. and it goes limp, it doesn't do anything, it's just a pool, it's damp, it's drying.so this is drying, drying-out, this is a crackling, a dust-bowl or dust-storm.this blows away, this crinkled. pain is like that, pain dries up, pain disappears. i disappear too. the body disappears. one can considered the order as an inscription, an imperative: the body hanging from bone, the bone as bone-order, as a cleared and proper body. you might log into this, you might log into me, you might log out.it's not here, the body's not here. the holding-pen is where it begins to fall apart, where pain dominates. i'm exhausted now, i'm not making any sense. the I changes to i.eyes can't hold up the body. they're not bone. eyes begin to fall apart, to take the backbone apart. and it goes limp, it doesn't do anything, it's just a pool, it's damp, it's drying.so this is drying, drying-out, this is a crackling, a dust-bowl or dust-storm.this blows away, this crinkled. pain is like that, pain dries up, pain disappears. i disappear too. the body disappears. -------------------------= A and M . org =-------------------------- we're beginning this talk as if it were coming from A and M, and therefore something should come together between the two bodies separated by a serrated division, vertebra one among other. pain is this logging-out, is the collapse of the backbone, the melting or melding of the body as it begins to disappear.the body's not here either, the body is a square, is a playing-field, the body is a holding-pen.the i is a stream of i's, of eyes, these appear as if it were, but just imminent, as if just momentary, just for a minute.drying, in other words a stain or residue, we can say a conversation is a drying, a drying-out.in other words, you're saying this is dust, this is red dust, this is a failure or faltering, this blows away.it's already no longer here. one can considered the order as an inscription, an imperative: the body hanging from bone, the bone as bone-order, as a cleared and proper body. you might log into this, you might log into me, you mgight log out.it's not here, the body's not here. the holding-pen is where it begins to fall apart, where pain dominates. i'm exhausted now, i'm not making any sense. tthe I changes to i.eyes can't hold up the body. they're not bone. eyes begin to fall apart, to take the backbone apart. and it goes limp, it doesn't do anything, it's jstust a pool, it's damp, it's drying.so this is drying, drying-out, this is a crackling, a dust-bowl or dust-storm.this blows away, this crinkled,. pain is like that, pain dries up, pain disappears. i disappear too. the body disappears. we're beginning this talk as if it were coming from A and M, and theerrefroore something should come together beteween the two bodies separated by a serrated division, verbetrtebra one among other. pain is this logging-out, is the collabe ofpse of the backbone, the melting or melding of the body as it begins to disappear.the body's not here either, the body is a square, is a playing -field, the body is a holding-pen.tehe i is a strem of am ofeam of i's, of eyes, these appear as if it were, but just imminent, as if just momentary, just for a minute.drying, in other words a stain or residue, we can say a conversation is a drying, a drying-out.in other words, you're saying this is dust, this is red dust, this is a failure or faltering, this blows away.it's already no longer here.