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From: Alan Sondheim <sondheim@panix.com>
To: Cyb <cybermind@listserv.wvu.edu>, Wryting-L <WRYTING-L@listserv.wvu.edu>
Subject: Beavertail Point Harlequin Garklein Flote and Foghorn
Date: Fri, 11 Dec 2015 23:30:38 -0500 (EST)
Beavertail Point Harlequin Garklein Flote and Foghorn http://www.alansondheim.org/beavertail35.jpg http://www.alansondheim.org/garkleinflote.mp4 http://www.alansondheim.org/windfog3.mp3 http://www.alansondheim.org/windfog2.mp3 http://www.alansondheim.org/beavertail11.jpg http://www.alansondheim.org/beavertail12.jpg http://www.alansondheim.org/beavertail25.jpg http://www.alansondheim.org/beavertail40.jpg http://www.alansondheim.org/beavertail46.jpg the highest-pitched recorder confronts fog and wind at beavertail point. recorded by azure carter. the foghorn subsequently sounds. recorded 3 meters away. i eat berries. roles while a foghorn sounds, now, in the distance, on a nova scotia winter night, recording a foghorn and its echoes, here in rhode island, an impossible day on the time when a rare appearance in these parts of harlequin ducks, living in rough and stormy weather, waters, our first sightings in nova scotia, and here a commensurate moment among rock, bay and eternity, brief moment of organisms, medieval instrument playing among the fog and wind, and later, the categories and topos of the world, solidity lost later among the violence of our species, but not for a moment, now