Message-ID: <alpine.NEB.2.11.1510151655490.5717@panix3.panix.com>
From: Alan Sondheim <sondheim@panix.com>
To: Cyb <cybermind@listserv.wvu.edu>, Wryting-L <WRYTING-L@listserv.wvu.edu>
Subject: poem of important times
Date: Thu, 15 Oct 2015 16:57:22 -0400 (EDT)
poem of important times http://www.alansondheim.org/bdeb2.png death and time's death every symbol tends towards awkward breath hiding from the universe and death my breath was dying breath of the world until: one's death the speech which rides the breath snuggled, the world calmed for just a moment, death space, shift, cave, slide, breath forgetting birth and on the way to death darling give me your last breath balance of life and death she said when i die because i'm afraid of death the real challenge to breath bone-time: our time, the time of death you're stumbling and faltering and losing your breath every moment rushing towards her death the beauty of our all our slow slow dying breath our male likes death so it's early i don't know how to breath there are no dealings with death my breath you don't see the hands of death every symbol tends towards awkward breath there are no cards of death and promises one last breath it's morning too early to get up or deal with death my breath two mothers, to death darling give me your last breath one son, to death my breath was dying breath every moment rushing towards her death days breath and all dichotomies of war and peace and life and death breath every body harbored the scent of death i am waiting for your breath snuggled, the world calmed for just a moment, death my breath o i am surrounded by death telling among the rocks of this rare earth infinitely death deleted from the face of the earth depression is already death this very night on earth i wanted to almost from birth i lived inside my death this is the air, and this the earth everything come up like birth afterwards you were put off the scent of death death never stops for breath stone in stone and earth in earth then human slaughter - beginning first with birth in the sky, there were those in the sky on the earth hiding from the universe and death the kiss the touch of life and breath sorrowful the intervention of death sorrowful the finality, how i claw at birth and here are the wages of earth and shudders, stops, and then give birth you lean against glass and hear the flesh of the earth yea, though i say death i see death then human slaughter - beginning first with birth soon i will disappear from this our lovely earth though i see death i shall not see death you can smell me on it, birth there are no dealings with death this is _dance_ on deadly earth cloudsbirth the cloudsbirth you don't see the hands of death if it is turbid it is earth it's morning too early to get up or deal with death and we're living in an afterbirth and we're living in an afterdeath forgetting birth and on the way to birth there are no cards of death transcendent birth fatal redundancy of all life on earth nothing memorable comes from death and words and worlds collapse on earth you gave them that you gave the gift of birth in the specter of death and the sword of death there is no emptiness in massive death into the fabric of the virtual earth filter of exhaustion near death i wanted earth almost from birth electrical fury and death o transcendent birth every moment rushing towards her death every moment rushing towards her birth and up in the sky another earth o i am surrounded by death and i am surrounded by death when i could see the filthy earth placenta chromosome chromosome birth my my my birth f false b breathing w woodwind s spirit e earth if it is turbid it is earth if it is turbid it is breath earth earth when i'm wet, you can smell me on it, birth when i'm wet, you can smell me on it, earth when i'm wet, you can smell me on it, death when i'm wet, you can smell me on it, breath http://www.alansondheim.org/bdeb.mp4 poor film http://www.alansondheim.org/bdeb1.png poor slide