Message-ID: <alpine.NEB.2.20.1703311257420.15460@panix3.panix.com>
From: Alan Sondheim <sondheim@panix.com>
To: Cyb <cybermind@listserv.wvu.edu>, Wryting-L <WRYTING-L@listserv.wvu.edu>
Subject: Antarctic Thought
Date: Fri, 31 Mar 2017 13:00:15 -0400 (EDT)
Antarctic Thought http://www.alansondheim.org/antarctic.jpg http://www.alansondheim.org/bur7.mp3 http://www.alansondheim.org/bur6.mp3 Azure's songs, long-necked saz, early Antarctic exploration && what is the blackness of the antarctic night its silence the numbing result of neural pain against the sound / creaking of iceberg ice-floes against the sides of the rib cage of hull and body my skin falls off ; sores there are ; scurvy ;the relative LOSS of the body ; always the treatment across the next cathode anode electrode next ice-floes; here we are always among them; there's no going back; the hull marooned in ice; the sound of a nearby bell lacerates remaining fast-forward thoughts of abject warmth and glamour what is the blackness of the antarctic night its silence the numbing result of neural pain against the sound / creaking of iceberg ice-floes against the sides of the rib cage of hull and body/*/* walrus skin seal skin human skin buried beneath rock slabs icebound earth too hard to dig in not the strength to move anything we lay in rows in the makeshift ;; Nothing moves, river deep ... walrus narwhale seal harpoon maroon sky at daybreak midday hare fox havent seen anything in these parts cant keep my eyes (eyes) open light/fade walrus skin seal skin human skin buried beneath rock slabs icebound earth too hard to dig in not the strength to move anything we lay in rows in the makeshift ;; calls forth wayward my masquerade, eating, excreting memory. accompanying the taut, walrus skin seal skin human skin buried beneath rock slabs icebound earth too hard to dig in not the strength to move anything we lay in rows in the makeshift ;; is , taut, my skin falls off ; sores there are ; scurvy ;the relative LOSS of the body ; always the treatment across the next cathode anode electrode next ice-floe; here we are always among them; there's no going back; the hull marooned in ice; the sound of a nearby bell lacerates remaining fast-forward thoughts of abject warmth and glamour? ... my masquerade is narwhale here, it's my masquerade? becoming-Jennifer's walrus skin seal skin human skin buried beneath rock slabs icebound earth too hard to dig in not the strength to move anything we lay in rows in the makeshift ;;? && close enough to touch you close enough to touch him close enough to touch her close enough to touch it You melt into Julu's skin forever/*/* walrus skin seal skin human skin buried beneath rock slabs icebound earth too hard to dig in not the strength to move anything we lay in rows in the makeshift ;;:my skin falls off ; sores there are ; scurvy ;the relative LOSS of the body ; always the treatment across the next cathode anode electrode next ice-floe; here we are always among them; there's no going back; the hull marooned in ice; the sound of a nearby bell lacerates remaining fast-forward thoughts of abject warmth and glamour:what is the blackness of the antarctic night its silence the numbing result of neural pain against the sound / creaking of iceberg ice-floes against the sides of the rib cage of hull and body:seal:seal Come home with me, walrus skin seal skin human skin buried beneath rock slabs icebound earth too hard to dig in not the strength to move anything we lay in rows in the makeshift ;;, "becoming-narwhale in wayward;taut/*/*"
