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From: Alan Sondheim <sondheim@panix.com>
To: Cyb <cybermind@listserv.wvu.edu>, Wryting-L <WRYTING-L@listserv.wvu.edu>
Subject: the plea
Date: Tue, 7 Feb 2012 02:46:45 -0500 (EST)
the plea http://www.alansondheim.org/saveme.mp4 http://www.alansondheim.org/saveme2.mp4 what will save us, Jennifer asks, how shall we survive, where can we turn, what is to become of us, what is our future, what will you see when I die, what will become of you, what will become of the species, where has our history gone, what happens to our dust, our molecules, our atoms, what happens to our forms, our records, our data, our speech, the recordings of our speech, the preservation of the recordings of our speech, what happens to the prions and viruses, the phages and the bacteria, the parasites, what happens to our sun and our planets and our lives, to whom shall we be speaking, how shall my mind continue without the service of a god, what happens to our demons when our minds dissolve, corrode, decay, corrupt, Jennifer asks, what happens when we can no longer hear your answers, can no longer hear our answers, can no longer hear ourselves, what happens when the memory of my mother with her book and my father with his fire, when these are gone and the sound of the mercury light switch is gone, and the luminous glow of the afternoon and the mighty trees are gone, and the moon is no longer there, and the sun murmurs its planetary nebula, and the plasma disappears and the glow disappears, and there are no eyes to see it, no ears to hear it, and where are you among us who shall save us, oh save me, who among us will keep their promises always based on forfeitures, who among us will be among us, asks Jennifer, where shall I be, what can turn me around, what can provide the loving canopy of soft nestlings and the presence of my friends of all times and all places, what will become of us, what will hold us back within the world of the living, will nurture and nourish us, will feed us and clothe us, ah, I am done for, says Jennifer, I am already half gone, I am already two-thirds gone and three-quarters gone, ah, cries Jennifer, save me, save me, save me