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From: Alan Sondheim <sondheim@panix.com>
To: Cyb <cybermind@listserv.wvu.edu>, Wryting-L <WRYTING-L@listserv.wvu.edu>
Subject: way back
Date: Wed, 4 Jan 2017 23:26:28 -0500 (EST)
way back http://www.alansondheim.org/wayback2.jpg http://www.alansondheim.org/wayback.mp3 http://www.alansondheim.org/wayback3.jpg the music took harmonicas way back into the body, away from the dialectic of critical reason, all the way back through marx and hegel's port 80, on my way to 3, on my way back to you, too many things already on the way back to 978: 978 on the way back 1846 beautiful skies on the way back 2374 road machinery from sac, on the way back 2565 entering council bluffs, omaha on the way back 2572 on the way back 3284 passing small fair on the way back 3356 roadsigns on the way back 3446 rest stop on way back to providence it had to be carried out. all the way back there, in of 1953, this world of pre-freudian psychoanalytics, going all the way back the way back to the balcony. the dance-dancer's wasted, used-up by an angle of view not dissimilar to sitting mid-way back in a theater, that's brocades ... with this reversal, working the way back into the body, which is why exactly, beginning with this reversal, working the way back into the body, she was wending her solitary way back; she was tired, and lost, and no one will find their way back. he said, you have been finding or fighting your way back and to what? - more of the same, all reduced from the margins of the world. on the way back the subway was filled with rocks. we walked, mouths opened and never enough focused. i'm halfway back into the womb; the outer world which i've inherited is big and i knew her when her name was other. and the great lamina of the stars sway back and forth - all the way back to my childhood - i dreamed of dividing a line... minor phyla - anything on the way back to origins - are the way back to the balcony. the dance-dancer's wasted, used-up - that's ok, nothing can be seen from here. in despair i searched, the sea on the way back the sea framed the sea, the faces, the way. we knew the way back through it, the same eating the same, and we dreamed of dividing, the dance is over, dancer wasted, dance and dancer used up, lounged against the margins of the world, thinking our way back in through the bizarre assemblage of dreams
