Message-ID: <alpine.NEB.2.20.1609242046380.9865@panix3.panix.com>
From: Alan Sondheim <sondheim@panix.com>
To: Cyb <cybermind@listserv.wvu.edu>, Wryting-L <WRYTING-L@listserv.wvu.edu>
Subject: For Aleppo, Roar
Date: Sat, 24 Sep 2016 20:49:04 -0400 (EDT)
For Aleppo, Roar http://www.alansondheim.org/foraleppo.jpg http://www.alansondheim.org/foraleppo.mp3 http://www.alansondheim.org/roar.mp3 The news is increasingly horrifying. We can't do anything. We watch and try not to avert our eyes. Horror stalks our dreams, nowhere near the horror that stalks daily life in Aleppo. The world is full of crushed symbols. I roar. I use an open-hole classical flute here. I can play notes bent to the world. I can do this; I can't do anything. I can't do this; I do nothing. Careful listening. The notes flatten. As if breath. They breathe. As if the last breath. As if.
