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From: Alan Sondheim <sondheim@panix.com>
To: Cyb <cybermind@listserv.wvu.edu>, Wryting-L <WRYTING-L@listserv.wvu.edu>
Subject: Thu Aug 10 22:58:47 EDT 2017
Date: Thu, 10 Aug 2017 23:50:47 -0400 (EDT)
Thu Aug 10 22:58:47 EDT 2017 k!% now i begin to write a small post about flesh and vulnerability, a post without image, without the frailty of an image re-created before this time. what delicacy, what waiting, for what occurs, for what might occur. last night i thought cosmology itself foretells the particle physics of untoward fury in the hands or claws of one organism in the midst of others, or any number of organisms, each of which may plunge the rest into darkness and annihilation. i hear the cries now, the changes in flesh, the colorations No command 'now' found, did you mean: Command 'sow' from package 'ruby-hoe' (universe) Command 'nw' from package 'netrw' (universe) Command 'cow' from package 'fl-cow' (universe) Command 'nop' from package 'graphviz' (main) Command 'new' from package 'nmh' (universe) now: command not found in a form of darkness that clings to the body, to the yes and their lids, there is nothing. a naked text, one that appears only among our reading and its afterglow, afterimage. where is the sickness, the darkness this time, the sun that also rises and remains in presence, as what was implicit was already in presence. all my writing has lures, still and moving images and sounds; here is nothing, ashes and rags or the memory of ashes and rags, carrying the text forward going nowhere, a swirl of fires next time; perhaps these are dying words, choked words, written by fingers which no longer write, spoken by mouths that no longer speak, a dispersal thing, of thing of no consequence, not a kernel or null, not dev/null but /null but / but null; this is the wrong turn, rung from the fury of elements: know, in this university, it is not our fault, it is the fault of our stars; not stars, but the fabric of our world, not that, neti neti: the fabric itself. Thu Aug 10 23:18:09 EDT 2017 81 now i begin to write a small post about flesh and vulnerability, a post without image, without the frailty of an image re-created before this time. what delicacy, k!% more dead.letter From alan@alan Thu Aug 10 23:21:41 2017 Newsgroups: Date: Thu, 10 Aug 2017 23:21:41 -0400 (EDT) From: alan <alan@alan> To: sondheim@panix.com Subject: k8% grep Thu zz Fcc: sent-mail Message-ID: <alpine.DEB.2.20.1708102321300.2081@alan> User-Agent: Alpine 2.20 (DEB 67 2015-01-07) MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; format=flowed; charset=UTF-8 Thu Aug 10 22:58:47 EDT 2017 Thu Aug 10 23:18:09 EDT 2017