Message-ID: <alpine.NEB.2.20.1610032145400.10345@panix3.panix.com>
From: Alan Sondheim <sondheim@panix.com>
To: Cyb <cybermind@listserv.wvu.edu>, Wryting-L <WRYTING-L@listserv.wvu.edu>
Subject: glisten , fecundinglisten
Date: Mon, 3 Oct 2016 21:47:35 -0400 (EDT)
glisten fecundinglisten http://www.alansondheim.org/glisten05.jpg http://www.alansondheim.org/glisten08.jpg http://www.alansondheim.org/glisten03.jpg http://www.alansondheim.org/glisten04.jpg http://www.alansondheim.org/glisten02.jpg http://www.alansondheim.org/glisten06.jpg http://www.alansondheim.org/glisten07.jpg http://www.alansondheim.org/glisten01.jpg nothing. there's nothing magical here, the rain was falling heavily, mist everywhere, leaves dripping in the glade, fungi glistening, teetering near the century-old iron lacework plank that passes for a bridge, the scent of the world which almost but not quite seems primordial; yet, within this narrow window the sense of a clinamen, a/the swerve or bypass, the imminent permission to see, or aptitude of sight, appetition of site, uncited; everything. there's everything magical here, water rising lightly from the ground, the heaviness of the mist, trunks swollen and absorbing within the lip of the world, fungi close to bursting, holding their own near the modernity of water, the scent of the new-born world; yet, within the vastness of the fecund earth, the sense of time's ruptured arrow, blindness and closure, barrier and burrowing of sight, fall into culture's graces of cite, citation, unsited;
