Message-ID: <alpine.NEB.2.00.1307041154340.19622@panix3.panix.com>
From: Alan Sondheim <sondheim@panix.com>
To: Cyb <cybermind@listserv.wvu.edu>, Wryting-L <WRYTING-L@listserv.wvu.edu>
Subject: Warning. I'm here to warn you. We're here to warn you.
Date: Thu, 4 Jul 2013 11:55:50 -0400 (EDT)
Warning. I'm here to warn you. We're here to warn you. I'm here to warn you. We're lights and sirens, we're signals. We're the warning signs, the early-warning signs. We've seen enough. You ignore us at your peril. We warn you here in this world and in the next, in the real world and in the virtual. Our signals travel slower than the speed of light or travel at the speed of light; it doesn't matter, we're earlier, we've arrived first, we're here to warn you, to tell you, implore you, we're here to bear witness. The first warning: This is not a repetition. The second warning: This is not an extrapolation from an origin. The third warning: This is novelty. The fourth: This has never been witnessed before. We bear witness to the lack of witness, to the invisible witness, to the dead witness, to the wounded witness. We bear witness to the disappearing witness, to the witness who would see and demarcate every juncture, who would arise with the power of the signal, the density and momentum of the word. The sixth warning: That the density is not noise, that noise is the warning, that noise is the horizon, that the noise is _this_ noise is dense. The noise is dense: This is the seventh warning. That it is dense and _it is not noise._ That is to say, that is to warn, that is to declare, it is something somewhere else, it is a moment when history transforms noise into signal, signal into noise. So this is the next warning: That the signal is noise, that the signal is useless, subterfuge, that the signal is circumlocution with a hollow center, without a center at all, without the surrounding walls of data-accumulation, with piles of dirt-data, with unruly piles. That the noise is the signal, that it is within the midst of the noise, Heidegger's little hut in the mountains, in the midst of the noise, constructed from noise, developed and engineered from noise. That the hut is noise transformed into noise, that there are none others, that there are every others, that is to say, that there are virtuals. That is the warning, that the noise are virtuals, that the virtuals are noise, everything replete, nothing beyond or within the mountains or chasms or dry deserts on any one of a billion exoplanets. That the warning is noise and not signal, that the warning is throttle and not code, that the warning is a rough patch, that the rough patch is real and that the real are virtuals, that the rough patch are virtuals, the warning somewhere in there, that there are noise, that there is density, somewhere in the warning there is density, somewhere in the density a warning, of something or someone or other, of some time, something that's there, a rough patch ...