The Alan Sondheim Mail Archive

January 11, 2015

wildness in dying and creation

sonification space in the virtual mashup
dance in aural space, echo without diminution (tails)
tails leave memento, forget-me-nots
without diminution, avatars; with tails, history
i woke shuddering thinking of friends dying and dead
shaking so many warm families nearby their relatives
i am stony and cold azure keeps me alive and warm
the violence of creation collapses the dying world
the dying world leaves no trail; nothing does
history is the tail of regency; historiography, autopsy
two nights ago we saved a small spider
it was in the hallway; now hopefully in our plantworld
everything indoors; the violence of the frigid day

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