Message-ID: <alpine.NEB.2.11.1502012119300.19973@panix2.panix.com>
From: Alan Sondheim <sondheim@panix.com>
To: Cyb <cybermind@listserv.wvu.edu>, Wryting-L <WRYTING-L@listserv.wvu.edu>
Subject: Gnostalgia
Date: Sun, 1 Feb 2015 21:24:01 -0500 (EST)
Gnostalgia http://www.alansondheim.org/gnostalgia10.png http://www.alansondheim.org/gnostalgia.mp4 http://www.alansondheim.org/gnostalgia04.png http://www.alansondheim.org/gnostalgia06.png http://www.alansondheim.org/gnostalgia08.png http://www.alansondheim.org/gnostalgia11.png working on a performance venue with/for Sandy Baldwin in Second Life on my usual platform, I decided to revive older works, miasmas, spheres, walls, make everything transparent, everything so that I might proclaim, I am the stuff of dreams, working and walking through walls and spaces, among physics and choreographies, among particles and particulate matters. so much so that the Alienware gaming machine I'm using began stuttering, so much rendering on the fly to handle, an impossibility, as if the breath were taken from us, human and avatar alike. it is true I control nothing, these are the thinnest of sheaves of the enlightenment in these dark and darker times, some think psychedelic, I think originary, primal, what would have been before us, the absence of eyes, of sight, the absence of hearing, taste, touch, all those other senses huddled in the well of gravity. you must look through, around the margins of the image, just there on the other side is something similar, is not me, not us, something just there, the volume at infinity, something similar