Message-ID: <alpine.NEB.2.00.1311130459400.4392@panix3.panix.com>
From: Alan Sondheim <sondheim@panix.com>
To: Cyb <cybermind@listserv.wvu.edu>, Wryting-L <WRYTING-L@listserv.wvu.edu>
Subject: torchwood
Date: Wed, 13 Nov 2013 05:00:37 -0500 (EST)
torchwood http://www.alansondheim.org/torchwood.mp4 repeating myself in the new land, the body unformed at first, then something, i don't know, not exactly a default, a new new body shape dominates, somewhere carrying these things around with it. i've used these before, this is a way of staking a claim in a space i still can't call my own, set my home here, stake something out, homestead. so i don't sleep at night and the horrors dominate again and i wish i could live forever in this translucent land and there's almost no one else around, you know this stuff, just a hint of dead sexuality, midnight or twilight behaviors, the gone world, lost worlds - nothing edible but it's - there's got to be some hope somewhere, if I were there or you for example, what might i do - i'd be dead until you came along and motivated me - the moments when nothing happens, no one's around - they wouldn't be anything for me, not even jumpcuts - i'd live in this space when you're there moving the controls, talking - i'd have disappeared when you're doing something else - me and my clumsy outfits - like a little flirt in the midst of a graveyard -