Message-ID: <alpine.NEB.2.20.1605261217540.10882@panix3.panix.com>
From: Alan Sondheim <sondheim@panix.com>
To: Cyb <cybermind@listserv.wvu.edu>, Wryting-L <WRYTING-L@listserv.wvu.edu>
Subject: viola with jetplanes and birds
Date: Thu, 26 May 2016 12:19:27 -0400 (EDT)
viola with jetplanes and birds http://www.alansondheim.org/viovec1.jpg http://www.alansondheim.org/viovola.mp3 http://www.alansondheim.org/viovec2.jpg we reached aurora colorado where we had more charliehorses when we were trying to sleep, i've got bites and bytes, the travels taking a minor annoying toll. with meandering, only about 2800 miles so far, next stop in a few days, salt lake city. today there are tornado warnings. i played with the planes and birds. thinking constantly about codework now and its relation to a new music-aesthetic dynamics. ruptured code, many-to-many, nothing well defined, inconceivable, dynamics shuffling around everything. we keep the humidity as much as possible between 40-65%, healthy for flesh and wood. going over the rockies next leg, then two legs to canada and victoria. buddhism and even zalamea's synthetic philosophy of mathematics have echos of scholasticism i think, so my escape is to problematic grounds of abjection. today placed three X signs, small wooden plaques, on my mouth and nipples, and a 1/2 sign on my crotch. i wondered about XXX and then what is XXX and a half, and the X i use (similar typeface) for the isis flag in my videos, and what about a proliferation of unknowns, X against X, mirrored within X or duplicated within X, doppelgangers, X-gangers, universal granularity of virtual particles, and those that, in human terms, seem to stay around for a while. the urge of sexuality, always a murmur. the interstates in missouri had no protective fences and there was carnage everywhere. i never want to drive through the state again. dead deer, armadillos, coyote, groundhogs, skunks, opossums, hundreds of mutilated corpses on the road. towards western nebraska and eastern colorado then, and feedlots all over the place, cows standing in their own feces, horrifying smells, concentration-camps for animals. i read along the way, trying to retain my sense of the _theoretical._ we're going to a nice clean conference. if the charliehorses continue, we'll limp through it. in the meantime music fills the air, violaplanebird intermix. something to listen to, severe storms and possible tornados in the forecast. spotters may be needed.