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From: Alan Sondheim <sondheim@panix.com>
To: Cyb <cybermind@listserv.wvu.edu>, Wryting-L <WRYTING-L@listserv.wvu.edu>
Subject: Cathe on 2/2/13 end of my 60s
Date: Sat, 2 Feb 2013 23:24:17 -0500 (EST)
Cathe on 2/2/13 end of my 60s http://lounge.espdisk.com/archives/1038 (best) solo chromatic harp and Audacity, please listen http://espdisk.com/alansondheim/cathe.mp3 the last piece I will make in my 60s. Time's arrow is obdurate, fixed, inert, idiotic, supple, subject to relativistic dilations and contractions, but a vector in the large, a diminution of organism, denouement of the temporary coagulation of this intentionality, this moment. so a piece of mourning and a piece of escape, tomorrow i can no longer pretend, tomorrow time is always and permanently bracketed, as time makes way for time. and i am smashed by time which reaches back, foreknowledge none of us should be granted, just as my tongue claws at the very final notes in my 60s, struggles to rearrange and bring them to an end, as end itself is an absolute preparation for nothing. end always comes before end; Zeno's flight died by increment, nothing was left, spearheads without shafts, brutality. i am fearful of death, of its disturbance, Dunbar's The state of man does change and vary, Now sound, now sick, now blyth, now sary, 10 Now dansand mirry, now like to die: Timor Mortis conturbat me. i write my own toon here, cathe-cathedral, less than an hour i have, coins already on my eyes, i won't go gentle in this or any other night, my mouth breathes sound