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From: Alan Sondheim <sondheim@panix.com>
To: Cyb <cybermind@listserv.wvu.edu>, Wryting-L <WRYTING-L@listserv.wvu.edu>
Subject: resonant remapping
Date: Sun, 25 Jun 2017 15:45:05 -0400 (EDT)
resonant remapping http://www.alansondheim.org/mawd2.png http://www.alansondheim.org/mawd2.mp4 remapped avatar, year 2008, resonant again, altered motion capture files from West Virginia University and thanks to Gary Manes, Sandy Baldwin, Azure Carter, Foofwa d'Immobilite, Frances van Scoy, all who fed into this video, ultimately rendered in Blender churned and coruscated, already i hear rumbles precisely outside the window here on Westminster, perhaps coming from the corner at Empire, or nearer Aurora, on Aborn, rushing near or far from Interstate 95 in one direction, the river in the other, and Borromean not my own churnmonster o i heard you so monster death churn .is analogous to the body and the cams trans the body's inscribed :direction .my own churnmonster o i heard you so death churn fix back into what I am writing and abandon what has been in my own effluvia; it spatters, forms words, as if: here they are. Nikuko says: of the world would churn through the world and inverted mothers .and the cams churn the body, and things churn symbols; the world anywhere of nothing were and is would as recirculate towards interiors and subtexts, substructures, noise and chora .cams presuppose the world and inverted mothers - chora/drive, circumscription cal interiors .my direction. falter futuredeath the future of speaking fathered gridlock & fill in space and supplications, the plastic skin formlessness of M, tearing into my flesh. I roll over, churn gloved, they or instead, quick successions of notes as in the outer, i call to it, they churn dark in my body's embers. on the streets, I see time's vast conflagration, my bones resonate .on the streets, I hear time's vast murmur, myself. I body edit, apart not rearticulate .what your of worlds which can never be spoken, which murmur past language or instead, churn writing simultaneously incorporating song singing the air itself, the churn of Searchlight Fantastic; split churn back into what am writing and abandon has been tatters. When I speak, my voice sleeps. I murmur sounds. She exclaims, texts are absorbed, applets churn through the past, rendering it. The past murmurs body. turning and tumble within the brilliant light in the valley where you huddle within them .open animation, churn sci sessen - ous sua - nes lit - se, open sessions, "applets churn through the past, rendering it" "applets churn through the past, rendering it"